Author John Oxenham This mortal dies,--But, in the moment when the light fails here,The darkness opens, and the vision clearBreaks on his eyes.The vail is rent,--On his enraptured gaze heaven's glory breaks,He was asleep, and in that moment wakes. Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments