The look of Death is both severe and mild, And all the words of Death are grave and sweet; He holds ajar the door of his retreat; The hermitage of life, it may be styled; He pardons sinners, cleanses the defiled, And comfortably welcomes weary feet. The look of Death is both severe and mild, And all the words of Death are grave and sweet. And you that have been loving pleasure wild, Long known the sins and sorrows of the street, Lift up your eyes and see, Death waits to greet, As a kind parent a repentant child. The bugle sounds the muster roll, The blacksmith blows the roaring coal; The look of Death is both severe and mild, And all the words of Death are grave and sweet. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON HIS RETURN FROM SPAIN by THOMAS WYATT LOVE: AN ELEGY by MARK AKENSIDE PRAYER AFTER YOUTH by MAXWELL ANDERSON TRAVELLER BY NIGHT, SELECTION by JOANNA BAILLIE THE FOUR ZOAS: NIGHTS THE FIRST AND SECOND by WILLIAM BLAKE APPRECIATION by LIDA WILLIAMS BROCKER IN MEMORIAM: J. MACMEIKIN; DIED APRIL 1883 by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN |