It is not selfishness that bids me say When our last summons comes, I hope it may Be you who answers first the call, And I the one to know the deadly pall Of every day's vain longing and the tears Of loneliness that beat against the years. For you, the rest, the peace, the folded hands, Release from endless striving, and the bands The held you to the daily need For constant struggle in a world of greed. For me, an emptiness and utter loss, Till I go too. Pray God @3I@1 bear the heavy cross -- Not you! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO A REPUBLICAN FRIEND, 1848 by MATTHEW ARNOLD TROUBLE IN DE KITCHEN by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR THE DIRGE [FOR FIDELE], FR. CYMBELINE by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 11. AL-MUTAKABBIR by EDWIN ARNOLD LILIES: 16. MY GIFT by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) PSALM 30. EXALTABO TE DOMINE by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE |