Fear No More
Fear
no
more
the
heat
o’
the
sun,
Nor
the
furious
winter’s
rages;
Thou
thy
worldly
task
hast
done,
Home
art
gone,
and
ta’en
thy
wages:
Golden
lads
and
girls
all
must,
As
chimney-sweepers,
come
to
dust.
Fear
no
more
the
frown
o’
the
great;
Thou
art
past
the
tyrant’s
stroke;
Care
no
more
to
clothe
and
eat;
To
thee
the
reed
is
as
the
oak:
The
scepter,
learning,
physic,
must
All
follow
this,
and
come
to
dust.
Fear
no
more
the
lightning
flash,
Nor
the
all-dreaded
thunder
stone;
Fear
not
slander,
censure
rash;
Thou
hast
finished
joy
and
moan:
All
lovers
young,
all
lovers
must
Consign
to
thee,
and
come
to
dust.
No
exorciser
harm
thee!
Nor
no
witchcraft
charm
thee!
Ghost
unlaid
forbear
thee!
Nothing
ill
come
near
thee!
Quiet
consummation
have;
And
renownèd
be
thy
grave!