Journey's End

With life’s full meed of dreams fulfilled, of love and laughter, I have known Heaven here. If there is more hereafter, I do not fret impatiently to know; nor weep If journey’s end is but a long surcease in sleep.

The road was long and steep before I reached the crest With risen evening star to bid me pause and rest; So weary children, after playing in the sun, Are softly called to home and sleep, when day is done.

I linger on a grassy knoll; a woodbird sings And twilight brings the hushed caress of mystic wings. I am content to sleep. I do not ask to see Beyond the canopy of stars spread over me.