Alice knew her death from tuberculosis was coming soon and many of her later writings (and recorded conversations) refer to her readiness to die and her religious conviction. In a collection of her works published shortly after her death, her last completed poem, excluding the incomplete one written a few days before her death, was included with the title "Her Last Poem":
Earth with its dark and dreadful ills,
Recedes and fades away;
Lift up your heads, ye heavenly hills;
Ye gates of death, give way!
My soul is full of whispered song,—
My blindness is my sight;
The shadows that I feared so long
Are full of life and light.
My pulses faint and fainter beat,
My faith takes wider bounds;
I feel grow firm beneath my feet
The green, immortal grounds.
The faith to me a courage gives.
Low as the grave to go, —
I know that my Redeemer lives, —
That I shall live I know.
The palace walls I almost see
Where dwells my Lord and King.
O grave, where is thy victory?
O death, where is thy sting?