IF only I might love my God and die! -- But now He bids me love Him and live on, Now when the bloom of all my life is gone, The pleasant half of life has quite gone by. My tree of hope is lopt that spread so high; And I forget how summer glowed and shone, While autumn grips me with its fingers wan, And frets me with its fitful windy sigh. When autumn passes then must winter numb, And winter may not pass a weary while. But when it passes spring shall flower again: And in that spring who weepeth now shall smile -- Yea, they shall wax who now are on the wane, Yea, they shall sing for love when Christ shall come. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MEMORIAL DAY by WILLIAM E. BROOKS IN THE ROOM by JAMES THOMSON (1834-1882) THE WOUND-DRESSER by WALT WHITMAN CONSTANTINOPLE by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD LILIES: 3 by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) PAULO POST ORDINATIONEM by JOSEPH BEAUMONT EPIGRAM ON AN OLD LADY WHO HAD SOME CURIOUS NOTIONS by GEORGE GORDON BYRON |