The Dying Christian To His Soul Poem by Alexander Pope

The Dying Christian To His Soul

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Vital spark of heav’nly flame!
Quit, O quit this mortal frame:
Trembling, hoping, ling’ring, flying,
O the pain, the bliss of dying!
Cease, fond Nature, cease thy strife,
And let me languish into life.

Hark! they whisper; angels say,
Sister Spirit, come away!
What is this absorbs me quite?
Steals my senses, shuts my sight,
Drowns my spirits, draws my breath?
Tell me, my soul, can this be death?

The world recedes; it disappears!
Heav’n opens on my eyes! my ears
With sounds seraphic ring!
Lend, lend your wings! I mount! I fly!
O Grave! where is thy victory?
O Death! where is thy sting?

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Richard Wlodarski 26 November 2016

This poem has helped me through this most difficult time of watching a friend dying of cancer. Thank you Poem Hunter for bringing it to my attention.

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Chrissa Lynn 28 February 2011

This poem describes death so glouriously.

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Chrissa Lynn 28 February 2011

I agree. This poem describes death so glouriously.

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Peya Jakob 27 November 2007

This is beautiful.It means the world to me.Its rivetting and timeless and even now its part of all i live through.It is a gift to literature

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