O death, thy power I own, <br />Whose mission was to rush, <br />And snatch the rose, so quickly blown, <br />Down from its native bush; <br />The flower of beauty doom'd to pine, <br />Ascends from this to worlds divine. <br /> <br />Death is a joyful doom, <br />Let tears of sorrow dry, <br />The rose on earth but fades to bloom <br />And blossom in the sky. <br />Why should the soul resist the hand <br />That bears her to celestial land. <br /> <br />Then, bonny bird, farewell, <br />Till hence we meet again; <br />Perhaps I have not long to dwell <br />Within this cumb'rous chain, <br />Till on elysian shores eve meet, <br />Till grief is lost and joy complete.<br /><br />George Moses Horton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/death-of-a-favorite-chamber-maid/
