Miss Me, But Let Me Go by Christina Georgina Rossetti - Thinkers, Writers & English Lovers Corner

 

Miss Me, But Let Me Go

By: Christina Georgina Rossetti

When I come to the end of the road
And the sun has set for me
I want no rites in a gloom-filled room
Why cry for a soul set free?

Miss me a little-but not too long
And not with your head bowed low
Remember the love that we once shared
Miss me-but let me go

For this is a journey that we all must take
And each must go alone.
It's all part of the Master's plan
A step on the road to home

When you are lonely and sick of heart
Go to the friends we know
And bury your sorrows in doing good deeds
Miss me but let me go.

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