"Hark ! they whisper, angels say, "Sister spirit ! come away!" POPE. Lo ! the dream of life is o'er; Pain the christian's lot no more! Kindred spirit ! rise with me, Thine the meed of victory. Now the angel-songs I hear, Dying softly on the ear; Spirit, rise ! to thee is given, The light ethereal wing of heaven. Now no more shall virtue faint, Happy spirit of the saint; Thine the halo of the skies, Thine the seraph's paradise. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON AN INTAGLIO HEAD OF MINERVA (1) by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH THE GRAVE OF A POETESS by FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS JEANIE MORRISON by WILLIAM MOTHERWELL MONNA INNOMINATA, A SONNET OF SONNETS: 10 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI STOOD AT CLEAR by ALEXANDER ANDERSON TO MISS RIGBY, ON HER ATTENDANCE UPON HER MOTHER AT BUXTON by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD |