Not as the Hebrew prophet rose In flaming chariot to the sky, Do we, as our life journeys close, Magnificently die. No wind in rising currents whirled, No flying steeds of splendid fire, Lift us from out this jangling world Up to the heavenly choir. And yet the humblest sons of men May pass away from mortal view In chariots as grand to ken As that Elijah knew. For thoughts of loving tenderness, And helpful deeds that never tire, And words that soothe and cheer and bless, Are chariots of fire. To such a soul, as up it flies, With beams of heavenly glory lit. Elijah hastens down the skies To meet and welcome it. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...GOD AND MY COUNTRY by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE OLD MILL by THOMAS DUNN ENGLISH A WINTER WISH by ROBERT HINCKLEY MESSINGER THE BELLS OF LONDON by MOTHER GOOSE AUNTIE'S SKIRTS by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON ANDRE by CHARLOTTE FISKE BATES RECOGNITION by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN DEDICATIONS AND INSCRIPTIONS: 7. FAREWELL TO WHITE-NIGHTS by GORDON BOTTOMLEY |