Where is thy sting, O Death! <br />Grave! where thy victory? <br />The clod may sleep in dust beneath, <br />The spirit will be free! <br /> <br /> <br />Both Man and Time have power <br />O'er suffering, dying men; <br />But Death arrives, and in that hour <br />The soul is freed again. <br /> <br /> <br />'Tis comforting to think, <br />When sufferings tire us most, <br />In the rough stream the bark will sink, <br />And suff'ring's power is lost. <br /> <br /> <br />Then, Death! where is thy sting? <br />And where thy victory, Grave? <br />O'er your dark bourn the soul will spring <br />To Him who loves to save.<br /><br />John Bowring<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/death-where-is-thy-sting-2/
