Poems (Bell)/A Wish

by Clara L. Bell

For works with similar titles, see A Wish.

A WISH.

When the sweet spring-time comes,
 And violets bloom
Lay 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 brain
Gives way beneath the all
 The tiring strain:
So when the flowers bloom, and
 All seems full of life
Lay 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 Heaven
Blessed Eternity.