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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=391836" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Dying Queen</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=391836" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">"I would meet death awake."</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=391836" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">The strength that bore her on for years<br>Was ebbing fast away,<br>And o'er the pale and life­p;worn face,<br>Death's solemn shadows lay.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=391836" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">With tender love and gentle care,<br>Friends gathered round her bed,<br>And for her sake each footfall hushed<br>The echoes of its tread.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=391836" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">They knew the restlessness of death<br>Through every nerve did creep,<br>And carefully they tried to lull<br>The dying Queen to sleep.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=391836" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">In vain she felt Death's icy hand<br>Her failing heart-strings shake;<br>And, rousing up, she firmly said,<br>"I'd meet my God awake."</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=391836" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Awake, I've met the battle's shock,<br>And born the cares of state;<br>Nor shall I take your lethean cup,<br>And slumber at death's gate.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=391836" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Did I not watch with eyes alert,<br>The path where foes did tend;<br>And shall I veil my eyes with sleep,<br>To meet my God and friend?</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=391836" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Nay, rather from my weary lids,<br>This heavy slumber shake,<br>That I may pass the mystic vale,<br>And meet my God awake.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Frances+Ellen+Watkins+Harper">Frances Ellen Watkins Harper</a></strong></div>

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