This mortal dies,–
But, in the moment when the light fails here,
The darkness opens, and the vision clear
Breaks on his eyes.
The vail is rent,–
On his enraptured gaze heaven’s glory breaks,
He was asleep, and in that moment wakes.
(John Oxenham)
More Poetry from John Oxenham:
John Oxenham Poems based on Topics: Light, Imagination & Visualization- Kapiolani (John Oxenham Poems)
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- The Ballad of Lost Souls (John Oxenham Poems)
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