I THOUGHT life's close to find a glad release From pain long borne to fly! Now death has come and bids my troubles cease, I feel afraid to die. What can, my God! what can this world contain To which the heart so clings? As pleasures do to this foul mire enchain, So too can sufferings! Can it be still so sweet the light to view While to the tomb so nigh? To lift the brow which the grave's ashes strew To the bright azure sky? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...REMEMBRANCE by EMILY JANE BRONTE IN A CATHEDRAL CITY by THOMAS HARDY ON CHLORIS WALKING IN THE SNOW by WILLIAM STRODE THAT GENERAL UTILITY RAG, BY OUR OWN IRVING BERLIN by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS A SOLDIER'S GRAVE by JOHN ALBEE QUATRAIN: SPENDTHRIFT by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH |