Depart not as thy shadow came,
Depart not -- lest the grave should be,
Like life and fear, a dark reality.
Depart not as thy shadow came,
Depart not -- lest the grave should be,
Like life and fear, a dark reality.
Fear not for the future, weep not for the past.
Yet if we could scorn
Hate, and pride, and fear;
If we were things born
Not to shed a tear,
I know not how thy joy we ever should come near.
Massacre,
For this I prayed, would on thy sleep have crept,
Treason and Slavery, Rapine, Fear, and Lust,
And stifled thee, their minister.
Soon but too late, in penitence
Or fear, his foes released him thence.
Or what is it ye buy so dear
With your pain and with your fear?
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories