Calm death, God of crossed hands and passionless eyes,
Thou God that never heedest gift nor prayer,
Men blindly call thee cruel, unaware
That everything is dearer since it dies.
Worn by the chain of years, without surprise,
The wise man welcomes thee, and...
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O ye who see with other eyes than ours, |
Through some strange sense of sight or touch I seek not and it comes to me; |
I Shall go out when the light comes in— I shall go out when the light comes in; |
Lay me down beneaf de willers in de grass, Lay me nigh to whah hit meks a little pool, |
From the Dutch by H. S. Van Dyk A HOST of angels flying, They saw, with glances tender,... |
“TILL death us part,” Life with its... |
From “Hamlet,” Act III. Sc. 1. |
[These verses are said to have “chilled the heart” of Oliver Cromwell.] THE GLORIES of our blood and state |
LEAVES have their time to fall, Day is for mortal care, |