MY home is now a thousand miles away; Yet in my thoughts its every image fair Rises as keen, as I still linger'd there, And, turning me, could all I loved survey. And so, upon Death's unaverted day, As I speed upwards, I shall on me bear, And in no breathless whirl, the things that were, And duties given, and ends I did obey. And, when at length I reach the Throne of Power Ah! still unscared, I shall in fulness see The vision of my past innumerous deeds, My deep heart-courses, and their motive-seeds, So to gaze on till the red dooming hour. Lord, in that strait, the Judge! remember me! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ACCOUNTABILITY by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR TO THE BELOVED by ALICE MEYNELL A DIRGE by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI SONNET: 60 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE SONNET: 1 by CHARLES HAMILTON SORLEY IN MEMORIAM (EASTER 1915) by PHILIP EDWARD THOMAS A WORD TO THE WEST END by THOMAS ASHE EMBLEMS OF LOVE: 40. LOVE BOUGHT AND SOLD by PHILIP AYRES SONNETS OF MANHOOD: 33. RED DAWN by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) |