Poems with rhymes of hence

True Wisdom to my Soul dispense,
That I may learn thy Will from hence:

Win thee from hastening hence?
Was the soul so much more unto thee
Than joys of mind and sense?

And nothing 'gainst Time's scythe can make defence
Save breed, to brave him when he takes thee hence.

Such joy though far transcending sense,
Have pious souls at parting hence.

'To-day,' he said, 'you have shown good sense,
A dress so modest and so meek
Should always deck your goings hence

And the song that is sweet to my sense
Is, “Nearer, my God, unto Thee”;
But it carries me sorrowing hence,

Then, with a swift wing-clapping, I am hence;
Or, crouching down, ingenuously seek
To merge my colors with the brush-wood dense

Where ever, ever stay, and go not thence,
Till nature's sad decree shall call thee hence;

Always knew I the consequence;
Always saw what the end would be.
We're as Nature has made us -- hence

Object of faith and not of sense;
Eternal ages saw Him shine,
He shines eternal ages hence.

What of our sea defence?
Has this question been cast hence

When Death is so near it hustles hence
All passioned sense

Consuming what a few spare pence
Have cheaply bought, to fling from hence

And so the worlds commence!
Their hearts shall beat as wildly
Ten generations hence;

By the merely taking hence
Of his insignificance -
Loom as largened to the sense,

With haste, good Mercury, betake thee hence
And salivate him till he has no sense!'

The value: go, and take my heart from hence,
Which now is grown too great and good for me:
Honours oppress weak spirits, and our sense

It will condition ages hence,
but its most urgent consequence,

Our lives are too prosaic: hence
We lose or lack that finer sense

I journey hence--
To that land whence