Fold up the tent! The sun is in the West. Tomorrow my untented soul will range Among the blest. And I am well content, For what is sent, is sent, And God knows best. Fold up the tent, And speed the parting guest! The night draws on, though night and day are one On this long quest. This house was only lent For my apprenticement -- What is, is best. Fold up the tent! Its slack ropes all undone, Its pole all broken, and its cover rent, -- Its work is done. But mine -- tho' spoiled and spent Mine earthly tenement -- Is but begun. Fold up the tent! Its tenant would be gone, To fairer skies than mortal eyes May look upon. All that I loved has passed, And left me at the last Alone! -- Alone! Fold up the tent! Above the mountain's crest, I hear a clear voice calling, calling clear, -- "To rest! To rest!" And I am glad to go, For the sweet oil is low, And rest is best! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IN A RAILROAD STATION by SARA TEASDALE THE COCK AND THE BULL by CHARLES STUART CALVERLEY THE MARVELOUS MUNCHAUSEN by WILLIAM ROSE BENET TO M. I. by MATILDA BARBARA BETHAM-EDWARDS |