Time flies, hope flags, life plies a wearied wing; Death following hard on life gains ground apace; Faith runs with each and rears an eager face, Outruns the rest, makes light of everything, Spurns earth, and still finds breath to pray and sing; While love ahead of all uplifts his praise, Still asks for grace and still gives thanks for grace, Content with all day brings and night will bring. Life wanes; and when love folds his wings above Tired hope, and less we feel his conscious pulse, Let us go fall asleep, dear friend, in peace: A little while, and age and sorrow cease; A little while, and life reborn annuls Loss and decay and death, and all is love. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE TIGER, FR. SONGS OF EXPERIENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE FESTE'S SONG (1), FR. TWELFTH NIGHT by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE THE GOUTY MERCHANT AND THE STRANGER by HORACE SMITH MONODY ON THE ASTOR HOUSE by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS PERSISTENCY OF POETRY by MATTHEW ARNOLD |