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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE CREATED, by JONES VERY Poet Analysis Poet's Biography
First Line: There is nought for thee by thy haste to gain
Last Line: He saw thee lord of all his creatures stand.
First Line: There is nought for thee by thy haste to gain
Last Line: He saw thee lord of all his creatures stand.
There is nought for thee by thy haste to gain;
'Tis not the swift with Me that win the race;
Through long endurance of delaying pain,
Thine opened eye shall see thy Father's face;
Nor here nor there, where now thy feet would turn,
Thou wilt find Him who ever seeks for thee;
But let obedience quench desires that burn,
And where thou art, thy Father too will be!
Behold! as day by day the spirit grows,
Thou see'st by inward light things hid before;
Till what God is, thyself, his image, shows;
And thou dost wear the robe that first thou wore,
When bright with radiance from his forming hand,
He saw thee Lord of all his creatures stand.