"WHAT will you do when you come to die, If all your life long you have rejected Jesus, And know as you lie there, He is not your friend?" Over and over I said, I, the revivalist. Ah, yes! but there are friends and friends. And blessed are you, say I, who know all now, You who have lost, ere you pass, A father or mother, or old grandfather or mother, Some beautiful soul that lived life strongly, And knew you all through, and loved you ever, Who would not fail to speak for you, And give God an intimate view of your soul, As only one of your flesh could do it. That is the hand your hand will reach for, To lead you along the corridor To the court where you are a stranger! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...OCTAVES: 7 by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON APPROACH OF WINTER by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS ROBINSON CRUSOE ['S STORY, OR ISLAND] by CHARLES EDWARD CARRYL TO LUCASTA ON GOING TO THE WARS FOR THE FOURTH TIME by ROBERT RANKE GRAVES SUMMER STORM by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL SACRIFICE by GEORGE WILLIAM RUSSELL |