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Bliss Carman, et al., eds.  The World’s Best Poetry.
Volume IV. The Higher Life.  1904.
 
VII. Death: Immortality: Heaven
“Sit down, sad soul”
Bryan Waller Procter (Barry Cornwall) (1787–1874)
 
SIT down, sad soul, and count
  The moments flying;
Come, tell the sweet amount
  That ’s lost by sighing!
How many smiles?—a score?        5
Then laugh, and count no more;
    For day is dying!
 
Lie down, sad soul, and sleep,
  And no more measure
The flight of time, nor weep        10
  The loss of leisure;
But here, by this lone stream,
Lie down with us, and dream
    Of starry treasure!
 
We dream: do thou the same;        15
  We love,—forever;
We laugh, yet few we shame,—
  The gentle never.
Stay, then, till sorrow dies;
Then—hope and happy skies        20
  Are thine forever!
 
 
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