Vital spark of heav’nly flame! <br />Quit, O quit this mortal frame: <br />Trembling, hoping, ling’ring, flying, <br />O the pain, the bliss of dying! <br />Cease, fond Nature, cease thy strife, <br />And let me languish into life. <br /> <br />Hark! they whisper; angels say, <br />Sister Spirit, come away! <br />What is this absorbs me quite? <br />Steals my senses, shuts my sight, <br />Drowns my spirits, draws my breath? <br />Tell me, my soul, can this be death? <br /> <br />The world recedes; it disappears! <br />Heav’n opens on my eyes! my ears <br />With sounds seraphic ring! <br />Lend, lend your wings! I mount! I fly! <br />O Grave! where is thy victory? <br />O Death! where is thy sting?<br /><br />Alexander Pope<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-dying-christian-to-his-soul/
