SIX times the sun has hotly lit A smoke-wreathed scene of care, To-day the dust of toil is laid, And children are at prayer. Six times has tempest swept my soul, And now I gladly spend A time of quietness with you, My patient, faithful friend. There have been noons of warmer blaze, And midnights meteor-lit, But never this most placid heaven, With heart-peace under it. There have been throbs of stronger bliss, Yet is your presence best; Safe in your firm and quiet hand My hasty pulses rest. Too fiercely tides of life have flowed, And ebbed, alas! too fast, Breathless and spent, I cast me down On tideless shores at last. I do not ask if this be love, I know it to be rest; The sabbath of my life has dawned, And I am very blest. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON THE DEATH OF DR. ROBERT LEVET, A PRACTISER IN PHYSIC by SAMUEL JOHNSON (1709-1784) A FATHER OF WOMEN: AD SOROREM E. B. by ALICE MEYNELL SATIRE: 3 by AULUS PERSIUS FLACCUS BEAUTY MAKES US HAPPY by PHILIP AYRES TO A WITHERED ROSE by JOHN KENDRICK BANGS PSALM 98 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE A SPRING SONG by MATHILDE BLIND |