The Dying Christian to His Soul
Vital spark of heav’nly flame!
Quit, O quit this mortal frame:
Trembling, hoping, ling’ring, flying,
O the pain, the bliss of dying!
Cease, fond Nature, cease thy strife,
And let me languish into life.
Hark! they whisper; angels say,
Sister Spirit, come away!
What is this absorbs me quite?
Steals my senses, shuts my sight,
Drowns my spirits, draws my breath?
Tell me, my soul, can this be death?
The world recedes; it disappears!
Heav’n opens on my eyes! my ears
With sounds seraphic ring!
Lend, lend your wings! I mount! I fly!
O Grave! where is thy vict'ry?
O Death! where is thy sting?
The Sinner on His Deathbed
Needed light of earthly shine
Stop, O stop this state, divine
Waiting, wanting, staying, shaking
O the joy, the love of waking
Stay, thou Man, stay in life
And let me lay, through my strife
Stay! It whispers; that I say,
Brother Spirit, stay O stay!
What be this consumes me whole?
Captures my senses, drowns my soul
Kills my spirits, takes my breath?
Now, my spirit, can this be death?
The world advances, it appears!
Earth opens to my sight! My ears
Full of earthly grinding!
Give, give your horse! Myself minding!
O Grave! Show me it, thy loss
O Death! Show me thy cross
Sam, your reading went very well. You emulated the style of Pope very well and managed to use his old style and way of saying words but made it modern.
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