No more disturb their deep repose
Than summer evening's latest sigh
That shuts the rose.
But in the poem, “At Home in Heaven,” which we are considering—with its divine text in i Thess. 4:17—the Sheffield bard rises to the heights of vision. He wrote it when he was an old man. The contemplation so absorbed him that he could not quit his theme till he had composed twenty-two quatrains. Only four or five—or at most only seven of them—are now in general use. Like his “Prayer is the Soul's Sincere Desire,” they have the pith of devotional thought in them, but are less subjective and analytical.
Forever with the Lord!
Amen, so let it be,
Life from the dead is in that word;
'Tis immortality.
Here in the body pent,
Absent from Him I roam,