I do not fear to lay my body down In death, to share The life of the dark earth and lose my own, If God is there.
I have so loved all sense of Him, sweet might Of color and sound, — His tangible loveliness and living light That robes me 'round.
If to His heart in the hushed grave and dim We sink more near, It shall be well — living we rest in Him. Only I fear
Lest from my God in lonely death I lapse, And the dumb clod Lose him; for God is life, and death perhaps Exile from God.