Poems (Bell)/A Wish
For works with similar titles, see A Wish.
A WISH.
When the sweet spring-time comes, And violets bloomLay me at rest, Place my fav'rite flowers.Only, on my breast. My aching heart beneath.At last so still, My weary heart, O' God,Bowed to thy will.
O why does the heart break? At last the tired brainGives way beneath the all The tiring strain:So when the flowers bloom, and All seems full of lifeLay me at "rest" for I Am weary of the strife.
And in the spring-time sweet, When all nature seemeth glad,Lay me at "rest" for I Of all, am sad.My life, my hopes, my ev'ry thought. No blossoming promise gives,Lay me at rest, O let me die When all else lives!
Father in Heaven So kind to one and all,That heedeth even when The sparrows fall,O take me "home;" I know No love but thee,My hope of rest is Only HeavenBlessed Eternity.