Toll no bell and say no prayer,
Let no rose die on my bier.
All I hoped for shall appear
Or be well forgotten, there.
( Like the waves of yesteryear. )
Toll no bell and drop no sigh,
Bear me softly to the tomb;
Life was dark, but light is nigh —
Light no sorrow shall consume
( And no kiss of love — or cry ).
Toll no bell; the clod will toll
Grief enough for any ear.
When the last has sounded clear,
Know that I have reached the Goal
( Which is God seen thro no tear ).