Gone to God
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Title
Gone to God
Description
Finished now the weary throbbing,
Close the silent lips together
Bring no bright and blooming flowers,
But o'er such, Death's solemn angel
Then kind hands will elasp them gently,
Of a bosom calmed to rest;
Laid aside the heavy sorrows,That for years upon it prest.
All the hunger of the heart;
All the vain and tearful cryings,All forever now depart.
O'er the cold and lifeless form;
They shall never shrink and shiver,Homeless in the dark and storm.
O'er the eyelids in their sleep;
They shall tremble from them,They shall never wake to weep.
Close the silent lips together
Lips once parted with a sigh;
Through their sealed, moveless portals,Ne'er shall float a bitter cry.
Bring no bright and blooming flowers,
Let no mournful tears be shed,
Funeral flowers, tears of sorros,They are for the cherished dead.
Drifting on the world's highway;
Grasping with her woman's nature,Feeble reed to be her stay.
Of a heart that's all alone;
Floating blindly on life's current,Only bound unto His throne.
But o'er such, Death's solemn angel
Broodeth with a sheltering wing;
Till the hopeless hand's grown weary;Cease around earth's toys to cling.
Then kind hands will elasp them gently,
On the still, unaching breast;
Softly treading by, they'll whisper,Of the lone one gone to rest.
Creator
Frances Ellen Watkins (Frances Ellen Watkins Harper)
Source
1:4, p. 123
Date
1859.04
Collection
Citation
Frances Ellen Watkins (Frances Ellen Watkins Harper), “Gone to God,” Periodical Poets, accessed September 8, 2024, https://periodicalpoets.com/items/show/12.
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