"Now I've said all I would, mother; My head is on thy breast, And I feel I can die without a sigh, And sink into my rest. "And if ever you weep o'er my grave, mother, Weep not for doubt or sadness; I shall fall asleep in pain and in grief, But wake to perfect gladness." Mourn not, thou mother of the dead, That in her youth she died; for He was with her then Who said: "Ye that in me abide, Ask what ye will, it shall be given; Faith, hope, and love on earth, and Love and Joy in Heaven." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CONTENTMENT, AFTER THE MANNER OF HORACE by CHARLES STUART CALVERLEY THE WILL OF GOD by FREDERICK WILLIAM FABER MY PRAYER by HENRY DAVID THOREAU RIDDLE by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD THREE by LOUISA SARAH BEVINGTON |