Wilt Thou not visit me? The plant beside me feels thy gentle dew; And every blade of grass I see, From thy deep earth its quickening moisture drew. Wilt Thou not visit me? Thy morning calls on me with cheering tone; And every hill and tree Lend but one voice, the voice of Thee alone. Come, for I need thy love; More than the flower the dew, or grass the rain, Come, gently as thy holy dove; And let me in thy sight rejoice to live again. I will not hide from them, When thy storms come, though fierce may be their wrath; But bow with leafy stem, And strengthened follow on thy chosen path. Yes, Thou wilt visit me: Nor plant nor tree thy parent eye delight so well; As when from sin set free My spirit loves with thine in peace to dwell. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE DEAR PRESIDENT by JOHN JAMES PIATT SONNET: 5 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE ON THE DEATH OF THE REV. MR. GEORGE WHITEFIELD, 1770 by PHILLIS WHEATLEY THE CENTENARIAN'S STORY by WALT WHITMAN ODES: BOOK 1: ODE 10. TO THE MUSE by MARK AKENSIDE TO WILLIAM WORDSWORTH; ON THE PUBLICATION OF HIS POEM, 'PETER BELL' by BERNARD BARTON |