Not as the Hebrew prophet rose In flaming chariot to the sky, Do we, as our life journeys close, Magnificently die. No wind in rising currents whirled, No flying steeds of splendid fire, Lift us from out this jangling world Up to the heavenly choir. And yet the humblest sons of men May pass away from mortal view In chariots as grand to ken As that Elijah knew. For thoughts of loving tenderness, And helpful deeds that never tire, And words that soothe and cheer and bless, Are chariots of fire. To such a soul, as up it flies, With beams of heavenly glory lit. Elijah hastens down the skies To meet and welcome it. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IN THE RANGITAKI VALLEY by KATHERINE MANSFIELD CONTRA MORTEM: THE BEING AS VISION by HAYDEN CARRUTH JAWEH AND ALLAH BATTLE by ALLEN GINSBERG VERY EARLY SPRING by KATHERINE MANSFIELD SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: DOW BRITT by EDGAR LEE MASTERS SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: MRS. PURKAPILE by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |