Though Christ we need not, yet the God who shone Upon the Jewish hero's soul we need. Though we despise the grey-beard Church's creed, Christ we despise not,—nor his image wan Upon the canvas of vast centuries gone: The tender heart that for the race did bleed We reverence, and to its great thoughts give heed,— Yet the huge surge of Progress thundereth on! The God of Christ we yearn for more than we Desire the Hebrew. 'Mid our lanes of rose,— Where the soft clinging honeysuckle grows And scents the shoreside,—by our own wild sea,— We would with God the eternal Father be;— Not in one heart alone God's Spirit glows. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...UPON HIS SPANIEL [SPANIELL] TRACIE by ROBERT HERRICK A NICE CORRESPONDENT by FREDERICK LOCKER-LAMPSON ARIEL'S SONG (1) [OR, DIRGE] [OR, A SEA DIRGE]. FR. THE TEMPEST by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE THE BROOK: WINTER by LAURA ABELL MUSIC; AND THE SAVAGE BREAST by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS THE LUNCH by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH MORNING MIST by MABEL WARREN ARNOLD |