Poems (Elliott)/Resurgam
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Resurgam
Dedicated to M.
Is Death a dreary, dark-cowled Majesty Who summons us to Him and bids us stay And sink into the depths of dark oblivion From which we ne'er can rise? The light of day To be fore'er shut from us? Or is He A gentle, peaceful, calm Benignity Who calls us to Him, comforts us and shows Us to a Place of Rest, where Wayfarers Traveling Life's Pathway may stop a pace, Cast down their weary load of misery, Sadness and pain—rest—and then return Alive, refreshed, revivified, to joy In this world's thrilling wonder once again?