Lady Isabella, Thou art gone away, Leaving earth's darksome trouble, To rest until the Day. From thy youth and beauty, From each loving friend, Thou art gone to the land of sure repose, Where fears and sorrows end. Thou wert pure whilst with us; Now, we trust, in Heaven, All thy tears are wiped away, All thy sins forgiven. Who would wish thee back again But to share our sorrow? Who would grudge thine hour of rest, Ere the coming morrow? Let us rejoice the rather That thou hast reached that shore, Whilst yet thy soul was spotless, And thy young spirit pure. And if thy crown be brighter By but one little ray, Why wish to dim its lustre? .. Oh! rather let us pray That when we are most fitted We too may pass away. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MOTHERHOOD by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE LAST WORD OF A BLUEBIRD; AS TOLD TO A CHILD by ROBERT FROST SAW YE JOHNNIE COMIN'? by JOANNA BAILLIE MUCKLE-MOU'D MEG by JAMES BALLANTYNE TWELVE SONNETS: 1. THY SWEETNESS by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) LILIES OF WHITE by UNNUR BENEDIKTDOTTIR |