Ah yes! the hour is come When thou must hasten home, Pure soul! to Him who calls. The God who gave thee breath Walks by the side of Death, And nought that step appals. Health has forsaken thee; Hope says thou soon shalt be Where happier spirits dwell, There where one loving word Alone is never heard, That loving word, @3farewell@1. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IF HE SHOULD COME by EDWIN MARKHAM THE RECRUIT by ROBERT WILLIAM CHAMBERS THE MAY MAGNIFICAT by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS MARTHY VIRGINIA'S HAND [SEPTEMBER 17, 1862] by GEORGE PARSONS LATHROP THE UNPARDONABLE SIN by NICHOLAS VACHEL LINDSAY UPON HIS PICTURE by THOMAS RANDOLPH ON A YOUNG BRIDE DROWNED IN THE BOSPHORUS by AGATHIAS SCHOLASTICUS |