When bending o'er the brink of life, My trembling soul shall stand, Waiting to pass death's awful flood, Great God! at thy command. When weeping friends surround my bed, To close my sightless eyes, When shattered by the weight of years This broken body lies; When every long-lov'd scene of life Stands ready to depart, When the last sigh which shakes this frame Shall rend this bursting heart; Oh thou great source of joy supreme, Whose arm alone can save, Dispel the darkness that surrounds The entrance to the grave. Lay thy supporting gentle hand Beneath my sinking head, And with a ray of love divine, Illume my dying bed. Leaning on thy dear faithful breast, I would resign my breath, And in thy loved embraces lose The bitterness of death. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO A HIGHLAND GIRL; AT INVERSNAID, UPON LOCH LOMOND by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH CORYDON by LUCIUS MORRIS BEEBE THE FIRST AND THE LAST by HORATIO (HORATIUS) BONAR ATONEMENT by MARGARET E. BRUNER THE WANDERER: 1. IN ITALY: SILENCE by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON THE WANDERER: 6. PALINGENSIS: A PRAYER by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON |