A Common Thought

Somewhere on this earthly planet

In the dust of flowers to be,

In the dewdrop, in the sunshine,

Sleeps a solemn day for me.

At this wakeful hour of midnight

I behold it dawn in mist,

And I hear a sound of sobbing

Through the darkness — hist! oh, hist!

In a dim and murky chamber,

I am breathing life away;

Some one draws a curtain softly,

And I watch the broadening day.

As it purples in the zenith,

As it brightens on the lawn,

There's a hush of death about me,

And a whisper, “He is gone!”