O EARTH! abode of grief and sin, Whose miseries with life begin, And follow us till lodged within The grave. Oppress'd with woe, consumed by care, Thy pleasures I did never share; Now all my earthly wishes are A grave. Oft have I view'd with longing eyes Yon hallow'd spot where tombstones rise, And bless'd the place which thus supplies A grave. Pleasant to me is death's dark gloom! Ye peaceful tenants of the tomb, I long with you to make my home The grave. I know corruption and the worm, The cold, decaying, ghastly form, Are thine—but then, no strife, no storm, Calm grave! Oh! I am weary, I would rest Within thy cold and silent breast, Nor rise till called to join the blest, O grave! Farewell, vain world, not worth a tear; Jesus alone my soul holds dear; Possessed of Him I cannot fear The grave. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BUCOLIC COMEDY: THE FOX; FOR ANN PEARN by EDITH SITWELL THE BLACK RIDERS: 1 by STEPHEN CRANE THE VOLUNTEER by ELBRIDGE JEFFERSON CUTLER THE SONNET by RICHARD WATSON GILDER THE ABSINTHE-DRINKER by ARTHUR WILLIAM SYMONS |