Now for a last glad look upon life: my journey is ending: Now this door that is Death quietly shuts me behind. Thankful I hear Love's call -- the faithful call of a comrade: Then all joyful am I, ready to give her my heart. All through life it is Love hath been my counsellor only: Hers be the praise alway if I have followed aright. For as a mother awakes with kisses her slumbering baby, As she first has a care -- as she alone understands -- So has Love been mine, has watched and tended and kissed me: Near me when I was a child: near me till I was a man. Thus, mid sorrow or doubt, I have clung to her, learning her lesson: Now she has made me free -- free to rejoice evermore. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MEMORIAL VERSES by MATTHEW ARNOLD A BORDER AFFAIR by CHARLES BADGER CLARK JR. THE MILKMAID'S SONG by SYDNEY THOMPSON DOBELL OVERLOOKING THE RIVER STOUR by THOMAS HARDY CHAMBER MUSIC: 36 by JAMES JOYCE THYESTES, ACT 2: CHORUS by LUCIUS ANNAEUS SENECA SONNET: 3 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE |