IF far from earth's short-lived and narrow bound, Full of woe, weariness, affliction, pain, This holy virgin's soul (as she was fain) At length a refuge with her Saviour found; If angels now her kindred soul surround On that high seat of bliss, all hope to gain, 'Scaped from this restless world, where hope is vain, To live one single day without a wound; Why, being dead, should we her fate lament, Since she to certain good from evil went Through death, which gives her perfect happiness? Who ever grieved to see in port arrive The hard-pressed barque which mighty tempests drive, When therefore death can we more fitly bless? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DON JUAN: CANTO 1 by GEORGE GORDON BYRON FOR G. by WILFRID WILSON GIBSON THE FRAILTY AND HURTFULNESS OF BEAUTY by HENRY HOWARD THE RELIEF OF LUCKNOW (SEPTEMBER 25, 1857) by ROBERT TRAILL SPENCE LOWELL |