Lying a-dying. Have done with vain sighing: Life not lost but treasured, God Almighty pleasured, God's daughter fetched and carried, Christ's bride betrothed and married. Our tender little dove Meek-eyed and simple. Our love goes home to Love: There shall she walk in white. Where God shall be the Light, And God the Temple. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FOR THE NEW YEAR by EDWIN MARKHAM A NEGRO LOVE SONG by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR JEALOUS by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR ON THE DEPARTURE PLATFORM by THOMAS HARDY RECOMPENSE by DOROTHY MOORE ALFORD A SONG FOR THE SINGLE TABLE ON NEW YEAR'S DAY by ELIZABETH FRANCES AMHERST |