COME to the land of peace! Come where the tempest hath no longer sway, The shadow passes from the soul away, The sounds of weeping cease? Fear hath no dwelling there! Come to the mingling of repose and love, Breathed by the silent spirit of the dove Through the celestial air! Come to the bright and blest, And crowned for ever! -- 'midst that shining band, Gathered to heaven's own wreath from every land, Thy spirit shall find rest! Thou hast been long alone: Come to thy mother! -- on the Sabbath shore, The heart that rocked thy childhood, back, once more Shall take its wearied one. In silence wert thou left: Come to thy sisters! -- joyously again All the home-voices, blent in one sweet strain, Shall greet their long-bereft! Over thine orphan head The storm hath swept, as o'er a willow's bough: Come to thy father! -- it is finished now; Thy tears have all been shed. In thy divine abode Change finds no pathway, memory no dark trace, And, oh! bright victory -- death by love no place: Come, Spirit, to thy God! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON THE MEMORABLE VICTORY OF PAUL JONES by PHILIP FRENEAU WHEN I'M KILLED by ROBERT RANKE GRAVES PERIMEDES, THE BLACKSMITH: PHILLIS AND CORIDON by ROBERT GREENE THE HOUSE OF LIFE: 77. SOUL'S BEAUTY by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI THE PRELUDE: BOOK 1. CHILDHOOD AND SCHOOL-TIME by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH SONNET: 17 by RICHARD BARNFIELD |