Alfred H. Miles, ed. The Sacred Poets of the Nineteenth Century. 1907.
By Songs of Day and Night. IV. The Good Die NotAlexander B. Grosart (18351899)
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And lay them down to sleep;
They wake anon in blessedness,
Ev’n whilst for them we weep;
Let Faith ascend within the vail,
Nor as disconsolate still wail.
A mansion to prepare;
And if we only could thus soar,
We should not shed a tear;
Laying aside their chrysalis,
Bless’d are they in that Day of His.
For the Lord’s “little while”;
Let us now watch; the day draws near,
Shall close the brief exile;
In hope and patience let us wait;
Soon will unclose the Golden Gate.
Is theirs where they have gone
No more of sin, or grief, or strife,
Can vex His haven’d one;
“Life more abundant” their reward;
Not lying dead ’neath daisied sward.
And lay them down to sleep;
They wake anon in blessedness,
Ev’n whilst for them we weep;
Let Faith ascend within the vail,
Nor as disconsolate still wail.