Poems (Charlotte Allen)/Stanzas (I love to think that when we die)
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STANZAS.
I love to think that when we die,
When this, our mortal frame's at rest,
The soul will soar beyond the sky,
To hold communion with the blest.
Our life is short,—'tis very brief,
Our journey 's quickly pest;
'Tis but a cup of joy and grief,
A little time to last.
When this, our mortal frame's at rest,
The soul will soar beyond the sky,
To hold communion with the blest.
Our life is short,—'tis very brief,
Our journey 's quickly pest;
'Tis but a cup of joy and grief,
A little time to last.
How soon the sand of life is sped!
How swift our moments fly:
A few years past, and with the dead,
Our fragile forms must lie.
Then, let us bend our thoughts above,
To that eternal state,
Where all is goodness, all is love,
And joys unfading wait.
How swift our moments fly:
A few years past, and with the dead,
Our fragile forms must lie.
Then, let us bend our thoughts above,
To that eternal state,
Where all is goodness, all is love,
And joys unfading wait.