When life, as opening buds, is sweet, And golden hopes the spirit greet, And youth prepares his joys to meet, Alas! how hard it is to die! When scarce is seiz'd some valu'd prize, And duties press, and tender ties Forbid the soul from earth to rise, How awful then it is to die! When, one by one, those ties are torn, And friend from friend is snatched forlorn, And man is left alone to mourn, Ah! then, how easy 'tis to die! When faith is strong, and conscience clear, And words of peace the spirit cheer, And vision'd glories half appear, 'Tis joy, 'tis triumph, then to die! When trembling limbs refuse their weight, And films, slow gathering, dim the sight, And clouds obscure the mental light, 'Tis nature's precious boon to die! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A LITANY OF ATLANTA by WILLIAM EDWARD BURGHARDT DU BOIS TO HIS DYING BROTHER, MASTER WILLIAM HERRICK by ROBERT HERRICK HYMN TO INTELLECTUAL BEAUTY by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY VERSES WRITTEN IN THE LEAVES OF AN IVORY POCKET-BOOK by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD ON MEMORIAL DAY by EMMA BERGSTROM |