I. <br /> <br />WEEP not for him that dieth-- <br />For he sleeps, and is at rest; <br />And the couch whereon he lieth <br />Is the green earth's quiet breast: <br />But weep for him who pineth <br />On a far land's hateful shore, <br />Who wearily declineth <br />Where ye see his face no more! <br />II. <br /> <br />Weep not for him that dieth, <br />For friends are round his bed, <br />And many a young lip sigheth <br />When they name the early dead; <br />But weep for him that liveth <br />Where none will know or care, <br />When the groan his faint heart giveth <br />Is the last sigh of despair. <br />III. <br /> <br />Weep not for him that dieth, <br />For his struggling soul is free, <br />And the world from which it flieth <br />Is a world of misery; <br />But weep for him that weareth <br />The captive's galling chain: <br />To the agony he beareth, <br />Death were but little pain. <br />IV. <br /> <br />Weep not for him that dieth, <br />For he hath ceased from tears, <br />And a voice to his replieth <br />Which he hath not heard for years; <br />But weep for him who weepeth <br />On that cold land's cruel shore-- <br />Blest, blest is he that sleepeth,-- <br />Weep for the dead no more!<br /><br />Caroline Elizabeth Sarah Norton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/weep-not-for-him-that-dieth/
