A Common Thought
Somewhere on this earthly planetIn the dust of flowers to be,In the dewdrop, in the sunshine,Sleeps a solemn day for me.
At this wakeful hour of midnightI behold it dawn in mist,And I hear a sound of sobbingThrough the darkness—hist! oh, hist!
In a dim and murky chamber,I am breathing life away;Some one draws a curtain softly,And I watch the broadening day.
As it purples in the zenith,As it brightens on the lawn,There’s a hush of death about me,And a whisper, “He is gone!”