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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=391786" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Come To Me When I'm Dying</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">A SONG.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Come to me when I'm dying;<br>Gaze on my wasted form,<br>Tired with so long defying<br>Life's ever-rushing storm.<br>Come, come when I am dying,<br>And stand beside my bed,<br>Ere yet my soul is flying,<br>And I am cold and dead.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Bend low and lower o'er me,<br>For I've a word to say<br>Though death is just before me,<br>Ere I can go away.<br>Now that my soul is hovering<br>Upon the verge of day,<br>For thee I'll lift the covering<br>That veils its quivering ray.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O, ne'er had I thus spoken<br>In health's bright, rosy glow!<br>But death my pride hath broken,<br>And brought my spirit low.<br>Though now this last revealing<br>Quickens life's curdling springs,<br>And a half-timid feeling<br>Faint flushes o'er me flings.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Bend lower yet above me,<br>For I would have thee know<br>How passing well I love thee,<br>And joy to tell thee so.<br>This love, so purely welling<br>Up in this heart of mine,<br>O, hath it e'er found dwelling<br>Within thy spirit's shrine?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I've prayed my God, in meekness,<br>To give me some control<br>Over this earthly weakness<br>That so enthralled my soul;<br>And now my soul rejoices<br>While sweetly-thrilling strains,<br>From low, harmonious voices,<br>Soothe all my dying pains.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They sing of the Eternal,<br>Whose throne is far above,<br>Where zephyrs softly vernal<br>Float over bowers of love;<br>Of hopes and joys, earth-blighted,<br>Blooming 'neath cloudless skies,<br>Of hearts and souls united<br>In love that never dies.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Tis there, 'tis there I'll meet thee<br>When life's brief day is o'er;<br>O, with what joy to greet thee<br>On that eternal shore!<br>Farewell! for death is chilling<br>My pulses swift and fast;<br>And yet in God I'm willing<br>This hour should be my last.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sometimes, when day declineth,<br>And all the gorgeous west<br>In gold and purple shineth,<br>Go to my place of rest;<br>And if thy voice in weeping,<br>Is borne upon the air,<br>Think not of me as sleeping;<br>All cold and silent there:--</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But turn, with glances tender,<br>Toward a shining star,<br>Whose rays with chastened splendor<br>Fall on thee from afar.<br>And know the blissful dwelling<br>Where I am waiting thee,<br>When Jordan fiercely swelling<br>Shall set thy spirit free.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Frances+Ellen+Watkins+Harper">Frances Ellen Watkins Harper</a><div class=q>
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Come to me when I'm dying;
Gaze on my wasted form,
Tired with so long defying
Life's ever-rushing storm.
Come, come when I am dying,
And stand beside my bed,
Ere yet my soul is flying,
And I am cold and dead.

Bend low and lower o'er me,
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