A book of English poetry; ed. by T. Shorter

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Death comes to take me where I long to be :

One pang, 1\nd bright blooma the immortal !ower ;

Death comea to lead me from mortality,

To Wide which know not one unhappy hour:-

I hne ~ h ope, a faith ;-from aonow here

I'm led by Deat.h away-why ahould I atar.t and fear I

If I have loved the forest and the field,

C,.n I not love .them deeper, better, t.here 1

It aU th~t P ower hath ma.de, to 1M doth yleld

Bomethiui of good and beauty-.omel.hing fait·-

Freed from the grossneae of mortality, ·

Mo.y I not love them &11, and better all enjoy t

A. change from WQ8 to jo7.-lrom earth to heaven,

Death gives me thi.a-tt leads we calmly whero

'l'be eonla that long ago from mine were ri-ven

May meet again I Death aJJewers many & prayer.

Bright day! shine on-be glad :-Daye brighter far

. Are etretch'd before my eyea than tboee or mortal• are!
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Tue then, 0 Death I and bear away

Whatever thou canet c&1l thine own ;

Thine im~e, etamp'd upon thia d-ay,

Doth give thee that-but t.hat alone I

Take them, 0 Gmve I and let them lie

}' olded, upon thy narrow ebelvea,

A.a garments by the soul la.id bJ,

.And precious ouly to ounel-veel

Take them, 0 great Eternity I

Our lltt.le life is but a guat,

That benda the branches of thy tree,

A.ud tnila ita bl088oma in t.li.e dust.

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