Poems (Bell)/A Wish
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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.
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.
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!
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.
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.