J. C. Squire, ed. A Book of Women’s Verse. 1921.
By Phoebe Cary (18241871)One Sweetly Solemn Thought
O
Comes to me o’er and o’er;
I am nearer home to-day
Than I ever have been before;
Where the many mansions be;
Nearer the great white throne,
Nearer the crystal sea;
Where we lay our burdens down;
Nearer leaving the cross,
Nearer gaining the crown!
Winding down through the night,
Is the silent, unknown stream,
That leads at last to the light.
Come to the dread abysm:
Closer Death to my lips
Presses the awful chrism.
Have almost gained the brink;
If it be I am nearer home
Even to-day than I think;
Let my spirit feel in death,
That her feet are firmly set
On the rock of a living faith.