The Dying Christian to His Soul, Blog #1

Vital spark of heav'nly flame!
Quit, O quit this mortal frame:
Trembling, hoping, ling'ring, flying,
O the pain, the bliss of dying!
Cease, fond Nature, cease thy strife,
And let me languish into life.

Hark! they whisper; angels say,
Sister Spirit, come away!
What is this absorbs me quite?
Steals my senses, shuts my sight,
Drowns my spirit, draws my breath?
Tell me, my soul, can this be death?

The world recedes; it disappears!
Heav'n opens my eyes! my ears
With sounds seraphic ring!
Lend, lend your wings! I mount! I fly!
O Grave! where is thy victory?
O Death! where is thy sting?

This poem is not exactly what I had expected.
However, this poem is exactly what the title suggests.  Rather than the poem being
about Christianity and the consequences of life's choices by the time death has
arrived, as I would have expected, this poem is true to its title.  This poem is
by a man talking talking to his soul.  The poem's title "Christian", is there
because it is being told by a Christian man.  The fact that the author, or speaker
is a Christian affects the Point of View, according to literary theory, in a way that
shows the reader the view of death in a Christian's perspective.  Certain aspects in
the poem that separate the Christian man's view of death from a normal man's view of
death lies in the last two lines of this poem.
O Grave! where is thy victory?
O Death! where is thy sting?
These two lines show the Christian Man's anticipation of their judgement. It is the
Christian Man's anticipation of now that he is dead, can he declare victory and marry jesus?
Or, will he be eternally stung by hell?