COME ye hither all, whose taste Is your waste; Save your cost, and mend your fare. God is here prepar'd and drest, And the feast, God, in whom all dainties are. Come ye hither all, whom wine Doth define, Naming you not to your good: Weep what ye have drunk amisse, And drink this, Which, before ye drink, is bloud. Come ye hither all, whom pain Doth arraigne, Bringing all your sinnes to sight: Taste, and fear not; God is here In this cheer, And on sinne doth cast the fright. Come ye hither all, whom joy Doth destroy, While ye graze without your bounds: Here is joy that drowneth quite Your delight, As a floud the lower grounds. Come ye hither all, whose love Is your dove, And exalts you to the skie: Here is love, which, having breath Ev'n in death, After death can never die. Lord, I have invited all, And I shall Still invite, still call to thee; For it seems but just and right In my sight, Where is all, there all should be. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE JOYS OF THE ROAD by BLISS CARMAN TWO POEMS TO HANS THOMA ON HIS SIXIETH BIRTHDAY: 2. THE KNIGHT by RAINER MARIA RILKE LOVE: AN ELEGY by MARK AKENSIDE THE SEAMSTRESS by HENRI BARBUSSE STANZAS ADDRESSED TO PERCY BYSSHE SHELLY by BERNARD BARTON COMPANIONSHIP AT NIGHT by AGNES STEWART BECK PICKING SKULLS AT VERDUN by VINCENT GODFREY BURNS OLD AND NEW; THE CENTURY ASSOCIATION, 1847-1897 by WILLIAM ALLEN BUTLER |