One young life lost, two happy young lives blighted, With earthward eyes we see: With eyes uplifted, keener, farther-sighted, We look, O Lord, to Thee. Grief hears a funeral knell: hope hears the ringing Of birthday bells on high; Faith, hope, and love make answer with soft singing, Half carol and half cry. Stoop to console us, Christ, Sole Consolation, While dust returns to dust; Until that blessed day when all Thy Nation Shall rise up of the Just. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 2 by THOMAS CAMPION UPON PRUE, HIS MAID by ROBERT HERRICK MY LOST YOUTH by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW BEN JONSON ENTERTAINS A MAN FROM STRATFORD by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON A WINTER DAY by ALBERT LINDLEY BEANE |