WAKE! not, oh mother! sounds of lamentation! Weep not, oh widow! weep not hopelessly! Strong is His arm, the Bringer of Salvation, Strong is the Word of God to succour thee! Bear forth the cold corpse, slowly, slowly bear him: Hide his pale features with the sable pall: Chide not the sad one wildly weeping near him: Widow'd and childless, she has lost her all! Why pause the mourners? Who forbids our weeping? Who the dark pomp of sorrow has delay'd? "Set down the bier, -- he is not dead but sleeping! Young man, arise;" -- He spake, and was obey'd! Change then, oh sad one! grief to exultation: Worship and fall before Messiah's knee. Strong was His arm, the Bringer of Salvation! Strong was the Word of God to succour thee! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...NATURE (2) by RALPH WALDO EMERSON TOM MOONEY by WILLIAM ELLERY LEONARD PARADISE LOST: BOOK 1 by JOHN MILTON GETTYSBURG [JULY 1-3, 1863] by JAMES JEFFREY ROCHE THE PRINCESS: LULLABY by ALFRED TENNYSON THE SAILOR BOY by ALFRED TENNYSON |