A POINT of life between my Parent's dust, And yours, my buried Little-ones! am I; And to those graves looking habitually In kindred quiet I repose my trust. Death to the innocent is more than just, And, to the sinner, mercifully bent; So may I hope, if truly I repent And meekly bear the ills which bear I must: And You, my Offspring! that do still remain, Yet may outstrip me in the appointed race, If e'er, through fault of mine, in mutual pain We breathed together for a moment's space, The wrong, by love provoked, let love arraign, And only love keep in your hearts a place. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...EIGHT O'CLOCK by ALFRED EDWARD HOUSMAN A RENOUNCING OF LOVE by THOMAS WYATT TRANQUIL HABIT by AUGUSTE ANGELLIER THE STEAM-ENGINE: CANTO 9: GREAT WESTERN DAYS by T. BAKER NO-MORE-FEAR by WILLIAM ROSE BENET SHADOWS ON THE WALL by ALEXANDER (ALEKSANDR) ALEXANDROVICH BLOK MARCELIA; A TRAGICOMEDY, SELECTION by FRANCES BOOTHBY |