O EARTH! abode of grief and sin, Whose miseries with life begin, And follow us till lodged within The grave. Oppress'd with woe, consumed by care, Thy pleasures I did never share; Now all my earthly wishes are A grave. Oft have I view'd with longing eyes Yon hallow'd spot where tombstones rise, And bless'd the place which thus supplies A grave. Pleasant to me is death's dark gloom! Ye peaceful tenants of the tomb, I long with you to make my home The grave. I know corruption and the worm, The cold, decaying, ghastly form, Are thine—but then, no strife, no storm, Calm grave! Oh! I am weary, I would rest Within thy cold and silent breast, Nor rise till called to join the blest, O grave! Farewell, vain world, not worth a tear; Jesus alone my soul holds dear; Possessed of Him I cannot fear The grave. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE WRECK OF THE CIRCUS TRAIN by HAYDEN CARRUTH WOMAN, GALLUP, N.M. by KAREN SWENSON RELIGION AND DOCTRINE by JOHN MILTON HAY BALLADE OF DEAD ACTORS by WILLIAM ERNEST HENLEY PIANO by DAVID HERBERT LAWRENCE LITTLE GOLDENHAIR by F. BURGE SMITH THE GENTLE CHECK by JOSEPH BEAUMONT IN REFERENCE TO HER CHILDREN, 23 JUNE, 1659 by ANNE BRADSTREET |