Death Of A Favorite Chamber Maid Poem by George Moses Horton

George Moses Horton

Northampton, North Carolina

Death Of A Favorite Chamber Maid

Rating: 2.5
 


O death, thy power I own,
Whose mission was to rush,
And snatch the rose, so quickly blown,
Down from its native bush;
The flower of beauty doom'd to pine,
Ascends from this to worlds divine.

Death is a joyful doom,
Let tears of sorrow dry,
The rose on earth but fades to bloom
And blossom in the sky.
Why should the soul resist the hand
That bears her to celestial land.

Then, bonny bird, farewell,
Till hence we meet again;
Perhaps I have not long to dwell
Within this cumb'rous chain,
Till on elysian shores eve meet,
Till grief is lost and joy complete.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Susan Williams 10 December 2015

Of all his poetry that I have read so far, I like this one best. It seems to come more from his heart and less from his head

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George Moses Horton

Northampton, North Carolina
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