When I am old and gray, and long for rest, That restful rest unfound this side the grave, God grant this boon: the face I love the best, To watch, till death and dark my eyes enslave. When I am old and gray, and long for peace Unknown by him, who mortal discord hears, God grant that I may hear thy loving voice Till death and silence seal my listening ears. And when my ears turn deaf, and eyes grow blind, And nerves can thrill with naught but pain and love, Oh! hold my cold hands in thine own dear hand Till death and mercy bear my soul above! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONG AT THE FEAST OF BROUGHAM CASTLE; UPON RSTORATION OF LORD CLIFFORD by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH ST. MARTIN'S WALL by ANTON ALEXANDER VON AUERSPERG HOMER by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN LILIES: 12. 'YET I ENDURE.' by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) THE DRUG-SHOP, OR, ENDYMION IN EDMONSTOUN by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET |