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 colour and of 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.
The Golden Book of Catholic Poetry, edited by Alfred Noyes, 1946
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