Poems (Sherwin)/Lines on the approach of death
LINES ON THE APPROACH OF DEATH
I know that I must die: the hour Comes stealing on with solemn pace; Armed with a firm, resistless power, Grim death unmasks his hideous face.
The darkness of the grave's long night Grows deeper still as time steals by, And fills my trembling soul with fright,— I feel how awful 'tis to die.
But through this fearful heavy gloom, A cheering ray of light I see, Which shews, beyond the dreaded tomb, Life, peace, and immortality.