Classic Poem

Come , my soul, and let us dwell
On each lingering last farewell,
Which, at no far distant day,
Thou perforce wilt have to pay,
To whatever here below,
Shall have made thy joy or woe.

" Fare ye well, " I hear thee sigh, —
" Fare ye well. O earth and sky!
Morning's golden-tissued ray!
Changing hours of night and day!
Wood and valley, sea and shore,
I may see your face no more!

Fare ye well, affections vain,
Full of pleasure, full of pain!
Home and friends and kindred dear,
All that was my comfort here!
These poor eyes are closing fast,
Now I look on you my last. "

Dimmer, dimmer, grows the light;
Now 'tis thick descending night;
O, when next again I see,
What a sight awaiteth me, —
Speechless standing, all alone,
Right before the Judgment Throne!