English poem
Xi
by R. D. Blackmore (1825–1900)
"And when hereafter--as there must, Since He, that made us, so hath sworn-- From that whereof we are, the dust, And whereunto we shall return In higher trust--
"There spring a grand and countless race, Replenishing this vast possession, Till life, hath won a larger space Than death, by quick and fair succession Of health and grace;
"They too shall find as I have found The grief, that lifts its head on high, A dewy bud the sun shall dry-- But not while on the ground.