She died when dawn was sweeping o'er the land, <br />When morning-glories lit the gleaming wall; <br />And one who watched her, holding her pale hand, <br />Whispered, 'Alas, that she should miss it all!' <br /> <br />The early sun, risen from his dark night, <br />Flamed his great banners when she went away; <br />And one said, 'Lo! at coming of the light <br />She has gone forth, and lost the beauteous day.' <br /> <br />But she, from her poor mortal house of pain <br />Gladly released, went singing to God's place, <br />And cried, 'Dear Lord, after the bleak world-rain, <br />I cannot bear the brightness of Thy face!'<br /><br />Charles Hanson Towne<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/death-at-morning/
