Saturday, October 5, 2013

October 7


Lying a-dying,--
Have done with vain sighing:
Life not lost but treasured,
God Almighty pleasured,
God's daughter fetched and carried,
Christ's bride betrothed and married.
Our tender little dove,
Meek-eyed and simple,
Our love goes home to Love:
There shall she walk in white,
Where God shall be the Light,
And God the Temple.


  1. I haven't checked the date of this poem, but I wonder if it was written on the occasion of her sister's death--or some other woman close to her.