Howe good, and how beseeming well it is that wee whoe brethren be as brethren should, in Concord dwell. Like that deere oile that Aron beares which fleeting downe to foote, from Crowne embalmes his bearde and robe he weares: Or like the teares the morne doth shedd which lie on ground empearled round on Sion, or on Hermons head. For join'd therewith, the Lord doth give such grace, such blisse That where it is men maie for ever blessed live. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FISH-LEAP FALL by ROBERT FROST TO CARMEN SYLVA (QUEEN OF ROUMANIA) by EMMA LAZARUS THE KIND MOON by SARA TEASDALE STANZAS by GEORGE GORDON BYRON RESIGNATION by AUGUSTE ANGELLIER OF BEAUTY by EVA K. ANGLESBURG BLUEBEARD by RUTH FITCH BARLETT SWORD AND BUCKLER; OR, SERVING-MAN'S DEFENCE: TO THE READER by WILLIAM BASSE |