Classic and Contemporary Poetry
VENI SANCTE SPIRITUS, by ROBERT II Poet's Biography First Line: Come, holy ghost! Thou fire divine! Last Line: And dwell with thee in lasting bliss! Alternate Author Name(s): Robert The Pious; Robert Ii Of France Subject(s): God; Religion; Theology | ||||||||
COME, Holy Ghost! thou fire divine! From highest heaven on us down shine! Comforter, be thy comfort mine! Come, Father of the poor, to earth; Come, with thy gifts of precious worth; Come Light of all of mortal birth! Thou rich in comfort! Ever blest The heart where thou art constant guest, Who giv'st the heavy-laden rest. Come, thou in whom our toil is sweet, Our shadow in the noonday heat, Before whom mourning flieth fleet. Bright sun of Grace! thy sunshine dart On all who cry to thee apart, All fill with gladness every heart. What'er without thy aid is wrought, Or skilful deed, or wisest thought, God counts it vain and merely naught. O cleanse us that we sin no more, O'er parched souls thy waters pour; Heal the sad heart that acheth sore. Thy will be ours in all our ways; O melt the frozen with thy rays; Call home the lost in error's maze And grant us, Lord, who cry to thee, And hold the Faith in unity, Thy precious gifts of charity; That we may live in holiness, And find in death our happiness, And dwell with thee in lasting bliss! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MYSTIC BOUNCE by TERRANCE HAYES MATHEMATICS CONSIDERED AS A VICE by ANTHONY HECHT UNHOLY SONNET 11 by MARK JARMAN SHINE, PERISHING REPUBLIC by ROBINSON JEFFERS THE COMING OF THE PLAGUE by WELDON KEES A LITHUANIAN ELEGY by ROBERT KELLY THE HYMNARY: 322. WHITSUNTIDE by ROBERT II VERSES TO HER WHO IS JUSTLY ENTITLED TO THEM by BERNARD BARTON |
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