I Will Not Stay
I will not stay
Beneath a sun-baked mound,
Though you should plant me deep;
And tuck the dust and roses
’round my chin
For that long final sleep.
I’ll shed the flesh and bones
From off my soul
Where so long they have clung;
And Iwill be
a million clouds away
Ere the last hymn is sung.
Beloved, do not weep;
nor let one tear
Fall down to touch the roses
on the sod,
For I’ll be strolling
Through a lovely garden,
Hand in hand with God.
By Dorothy Hall Witt
- Dorothy Hall Witt
