This mortal dies,--
But, in the moment when the light fails here,
The darkness opens, and the vision clear
Breaks on his eyes.
The vail is rent,--
On his enraptured gaze heaven's glory breaks,
He was asleep, and in that moment wakes.

(C) William Arthur Dunkerley (john Oxenham)
03/10/2020


Best Poems of William Arthur Dunkerley (John Oxenham)

• The Little Poem Of Life
• Watchman! What Of The Night?
• God Is Good
• The Long Road
• The Gate
• The Reaper
• Easter Sunday, 1916
• Wasted?
• Red Breast
• The Golden Cord
• The Alabaster Box
• Victory Day
• Prince Of Peace
• Livingstone
• The Empty Chair
• Bide A Wee!
• The War-makers
• The Meeting-place
• Some--and Some
• Christ At The Bar