When we can all so excellently give The measure of love's wisdom with a blow, -- Why can we not in turn receive it so, And end this murmur for the life we live? And when we do so frantically strive To win strange faith, why do we shun to know That in love's elemental over-glow God's wholeness gleams with light superlative? Oh, brother men, if you have eyes at all, Look at a branch, a bird, a child, a rose, Or anything God ever made that grows, -- Nor let the smallest vision of it slip, Till you may read, as on Belshazzar's wall, The glory of eternal partnership. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...GRAMERCY PARK by SARA TEASDALE THE PRIVATE OF THE BUFFS; OR, THE BRITISH SOLDIER IN CHINA by FRANCIS HASTINGS CHARLES DOYLE JAMESON'S RIDE by ALFRED AUSTIN AND LOCUSTS BLOOM TOMORROW by MILDRED TELFORD BARNWELL NE'ER SHALL I FORGET by WILLIAM GOLDSMITH BROWN THE HUNTER'S WIFE by PHOEBE CARY |