Classic Poem

As day doth live beyond the sunset skies
So life may wait us at the silent grave:
Not windless is the sea because there rave
Not always the great storm-wind's harmonies.
There may be light too strong for earthly eyes;
There may be hands to succour and to save
From Death's indifferent overwhelming wave;
Nay, Death may lift to some divine surprise!

There may be music beyond instruments,
And Spring for ev'ry frost-nipt shapeless clod,
There may be mightier love sacraments
Than e'er were seen on consecrated sod
A man there may be with Christ's lineaments
And 'mid the wheels of Fate a living God.