Poems (Charlotte Allen)/Stanzas (Oh, I would die in Spring)
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STANZAS.
Oh, I would die in Spring,
When the earth's blossoming
Breathes of another life:
Then would I lay my head,
Within' the green earth's bed,
Free from vain care and strife:
When the earth's blossoming
Breathes of another life:
Then would I lay my head,
Within' the green earth's bed,
Free from vain care and strife:
Then will the sweet birds sing,
Then will fresh flowers spring
Over my humble grave.
The soft and gentle breeze,
Sighing among the trees,
The requiem I crave.
Then will fresh flowers spring
Over my humble grave.
The soft and gentle breeze,
Sighing among the trees,
The requiem I crave.
Though life hath many joys,
They 're tinctured with alloys,
To bid us look above:
Fain would my spirit soar,
And that great God adore,
Of pure and boundless love.
They 're tinctured with alloys,
To bid us look above:
Fain would my spirit soar,
And that great God adore,
Of pure and boundless love.
Yes, I would die in Spring;
Then would my spirit wing
Its unseen flight on high:
And at the day's pale close,
Ere night its mantle throws,
The time, I'd like to die.
Then would my spirit wing
Its unseen flight on high:
And at the day's pale close,
Ere night its mantle throws,
The time, I'd like to die.
For twilight's pensive shades,
The hour when daylight fades,
Seems sweetest to depart;
There 's stillness in the air,
Which, Zephyr-like would bear
Away my troubled heart.
The hour when daylight fades,
Seems sweetest to depart;
There 's stillness in the air,
Which, Zephyr-like would bear
Away my troubled heart.
Or at the early dawn
Of sweet and dewy morn,
Gently to pass away,
Like one whose thread is spun,
Whose earthly course is done
Forever and for aye.
Of sweet and dewy morn,
Gently to pass away,
Like one whose thread is spun,
Whose earthly course is done
Forever and for aye.