The World to Come
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Title
The World to Come
Description
If all our hopes and all our fears
Were life a dark and desert moor,
Were prisoned in life's narrow bound;
If travelers through this vale of tears,We saw no better world beyond;
Oh! what could check the rising sigh?What earthly thing could pleasure give?
Oh! who would venture then to die?Or who could then endure to live?
Were life a dark and desert moor,
Where mists and clouds eternal spread
Their gloomy veil behind, before,And tempests thunder over head;
Where not a sunbeam breaks the gloom,And not a flow'ret smiles beneath—
Who could exist in such a tomb?Who dwell in darkness and in death?
From our divine religion given;
'Tis this that makes our darkness day:'Tis this that makes our earth a heaven!
Bright is the golden sun above,And beautiful the flowers that bloom,
And all is joy and all is love,Reflected from the world to come!
Creator
Unattributed
Source
1:7, p. 1
Date
9.3.1859
Collection
Citation
Unattributed, “The World to Come,” Periodical Poets, accessed September 8, 2024, https://periodicalpoets.com/items/show/566.
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