STRONG as the death it masters, is the hope That onward looks to immortality: Let the frame perish, so the soul survive, Pure, spiritual and loving. I believe The grave exalts, not separates, the ties That hold us in affection to our kind. I will look down from yonder pitying sky, Watching and waiting those I love on earth, Anxious in heaven until they too are there. I will attend your guardian angel's side, And weep away your faults with holy tears; Your midnight shall be filled with solemn thought: And when, at length, death brings you to my love, Mine the first welcome heard in paradise. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE POET (2) by ISAAC ROSENBERG MESSIAH; A SACRED ECLOGUE IN IMITATION OF VIRGIL'S POLLIO by ALEXANDER POPE ON THE DEATH OF LITTLE MAHALA ASHCRAFT by JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY A DREAM, OR THE TYPE OF THE RISING SUN by JEAN ADAMS SORCERY by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH AN EVENING PRAYER by BERNARD BARTON AN ANCIENT GODDESS; IN TWO PICTURES by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN |