The Change Has Come
The change has come, and Helen sleeps—Not sleeps; but wakes to greater deepsOf wisdom, glory, truth, and light,Than ever blessed her seeking sight,In this low, long, lethargic night,Worn out with strifeWhich men call life.
The change has come, and who would say“I would it were not come to-day”?What were the respite till to-morrow?Postponement of a certain sorrow,From which each passing day would borrow!Let grief be dumb,The change has come.