To Rose, the one whom sleep eludes;
whence comes to thee fears in the nights,
these spectres that harass thy moods
and choke thy soul when out are the lights?
Is there no cure or wonder drug
that heals thee like a best friend’s hug?
Night after night thou art beset
at bedtime by thy worst, worst fears
of the Reaper’s sudden onset
which drives thy nightmares and thy tears.
Like the bedtime, it annoys thee,
irks, vexes, and then destroys thee.
Death robs thee of thy somnolence
and steals from thee thy needed rest;
it rapes from thee thy confidence
that thou feel cursed and art unblest.
But, my dear, I am here to tell
thee that for thee there’s no death knell.
Thou art beyond the reach of Death,
for God embraces thee forever
and gives thee Life with ev’ry breath
that Death therefore harms thee never.
And I am here as thy best friend
for all of time until Time’s end.