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Anna Laetitia Barbauld (Анна-Летиция Барбо)


A Thought on Death


When life as opening buds is sweet,
And golden hopes the fancy greet,
And Youth prepares his joys to meet,-
Alas! how hard it is to die!
When just is seized some valued prize,
And duties press, and tender ties
Forbid the soul from earth to rise,-
How awful then it is to die!
When, one by one, those ties are torn,
And friend from friend is snatched forlorn,
And man is left alone to mourn,-
Ah then, how easy 'tis to die!
When faith is firm, and conscience clear,
And words of peace the spirit cheer,
And visioned glories half appear,-
'Tis joy, 'tis triumph then to die.
When trembling limbs refuse their weight,
And films, slow gathering, dim the sight,
And clouds obscure the mental light,-
'Tis nature's precious boon to die. 



Anna Laetitia Barbauld's other poems:
  1. To a Lady, with painted Flowers
  2. An Inventory of the Furniture in Dr. Priestley's Study
  3. The Invitation, to Miss B—
  4. Song 3 (LEAVE me, simple shepherd, leave me)
  5. Song 4 (WHEN gentle Celia first I knew)


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