Classic Poem

Who shall succour me in my extremest hour when death is tearing me from life, ah! bitter parting! whereat the heart doth tremble and fear?
Mother and sister, no; because fear urges both to grieve with me; and at that time to accept their help does not avail this last and lofty woe.
And then your faithful, kindly guidance that alone knew how to help me will be far off in that so lofty Court.
So I shall lay aside these earthly burdens with naught to comfort me except, at death, the sighing and the calling on your name!