The bitterness of death is on me now, Before me stands its dark unclosing door; Yet to thy will submissive still I bow, And follow him who for me went before; The tomb cannot contain me though I die, For his strong love awakes its sleeping dead; And bids them through himself ascend on high, To Him who is of all the living Head; I gladly enter through the gloomy walls, Where they have passed who loved their master here; The voice they heard, to me it onward calls, And can when faint my sinking spirit cheer; And from the joy on earth it now has given, Lead on to joy eternal in the heaven. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DESTINY by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON OLD TRAILS by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON THE CHURCH FLOORE by GEORGE HERBERT THE WARNING by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW VAQUERO by CINCINNATUS HEINE MILLER |