WHEN thou dost quit this mortal abode, Immortal spirit, beware thee Lest dangers seek to ensnare thee; Through death and night conducteth the road. The soldiers of God at the golden door Of the city of light are collected; Here actions and deeds are respected, Mere name and station avail no more. The pilgrim leaves at the portal behind His shoes so heavy and dusty; O enter with confidence trusty, Soft slippers, sweet music, and rest thou'lt find. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON THE RESURRECTION OF CHRIST by WILLIAM DUNBAR DRINKING SONG (1) by ALCAEUS OF MYTILENE THE MARCHING MORROWS by BLISS CARMAN TO FALL by MADISON JULIUS CAWEIN MARI MAGNO; OR TALES ON BOARD: THE LAWYER'S SECOND TALE; CHRISTIAN by ARTHUR HUGH CLOUGH |