Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE GATE OF PRAYER, by MARGARET ELIZABETH MUNSON SANGSTER Poet's Biography First Line: In a dream I seemed to stand Last Line: "I bear, come thou to me." Alternate Author Name(s): Van Deth, Gerrit, Mrs. Subject(s): God; Jesus Christ; Prayer; Religion; Theology | ||||||||
IN a dream I seemed to stand By the golden Gate of Prayer, And to and fro from the shining land, Went angels strong and fair. I heard their beautiful feet, I saw their wings sweep by, And the silver sound of their voices sweet, Came thrilling from the sky. And some as they went were glad, A jubilant victor train; And some had faces stern and sad, The angels, these, of pain; And some came wearily back, As if earthly sorrow's pall Could almost shadow the sunlit track, Where the angel footsteps fall. And I saw that all the host Paused just inside the door, Where the glory of the Holy Ghost Lies soft for evermore. And there was a Face I knew, A Face so sad, so sweet; And ever the prayers came floating through The gate, its look to meet. Sad was the Face of Christ By the golden Gate of Prayer, Sad for the souls whose weary tryst Made mournful murmur there. Yet its light was clear and still, And its smile to my heart was balm, As over the world, with its seething ill, He looked in heavenly calm. And low to the angel throng: "To the happy ones," He said, "Go forth with ease and strength and song;" (Gayly their errands sped;) "But these who seek my face With feet that have missed the way, Myself will bring to a quiet place, In the dark and cloudy day. "Oh, not in a dream I kneel To-day, by the Gate of Prayer, Since over my yearning spirit falls The quiet that broodeth there; And not in a dream I ask: "Dear Lord, whatever it be Of sorrow or pain or daily task I bear, come Thou to me." | 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 ARE THE CHILDREN AT HOME? by MARGARET ELIZABETH MUNSON SANGSTER |
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