Death & Dying
'He is Safe'
From The Poetical Works, ed. John Nichol (1875), vol. 1
Already tastes its mother. Lord, I come.
Thy signs are in me.' He shall wipe away
All tears: ' Thou see'st my tears are wiped away.
'There shall be no more pain: ' Lord, it is done,
Here there is no more pain.' The sun no more
Shall be their light by day: ' even so, Lord,
I need no light of sun or moon! My heart
Is as a lamp of jasper, crystal-clear,
Dark when Thy light is out, but lit with Thee
The sun n.ay be a suckling at this breast,
And milk a nobler glory. Lord, I know
Mine hour. This painful world, that was of thorns,
Is roses. Like a fragrance thro' my soul
I breathe a balm of slumber. Let me sleep.
Bring me my easy pillows, Margery.
I am asleep; this oak is soft: all things
Are rest: I sink as into bliss. O Lord,
Now lettest Thou Thy servant depart in peace.
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Dobell, Sydney. “'He is Safe'.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/dobell/33/.
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Dobell, Sydney. “'He is Safe'.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/dobell/33/.
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