There is a plan far greater than the plan you know; There is a landscape broader than the one you see. There is a haven where storm-tossed souls may go -- You call it death -- we, immortality. You call it death -- this seeming endless sleep; We call it birth -- the soul at last set free. 'Tis hampered not by time or space -- you weep. Why weep at death? 'Tis immortality. Farewell, dear voyageur -- 'twill not be long. Your work is done -- now may peace rest with thee. Your kindly thoughts and deeds -- they will live on. This is not death -- 'tis immortality. Farewell, dear voyageur -- the river winds and turns; The cadence of your song wafts near to me, And now you know the thing that all men learn: There is no death -- there's immortality. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...EPITAPH ON THE ADMIRABLE DRAMATIC POET, WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE by JOHN MILTON THE MAN WHO DREAMED OF FAERYLAND by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS ON THE MANTLEPIECE by JAMES LANE ALLEN MY MOTHER by FLORENCE R. ANDREWS DEDICATION OF THE DESIGNS TO BLAIR'S GRAVE: TO THE QUEEN by WILLIAM BLAKE REMARKS ON DR. MIDDLETON'S EXAMINATION ... USE AND INTENT OF PROPHECY by JOHN BYROM |