At Rest Poem by Ina Coolbrith

(B. P. A.)


GOD rest thy soul!
O kind and pure,
Tender of heart, yet strong to wield control,
And to endure!

Close the clear eyes:
No greater woe
Earth's patient heart, than when a good man dies,
Can ever know.

With us is night,
Toil without rest, —
But where thy gentle spirit walks in light,
The ways are blest.

God's peace be thine!
God's perfect peace!
Thy meed of faithful service, until time
And death shall cease.