SWEET Moab gleaner on old Israel's plain, Thy simple story moveth like a power. Thy pure, calm face looks from the ripened grain, Wherein thou gleanest, on our toil and pain, And in the light of thy soft eyes again Our dead lives bud and blossom into flower. But lives like thine, sweet Ruth, are holy things, Rich, simple, earnest in their wealth of duty;— God's love forever to their music sings, His angels shield them with their sheltering wings, His spirit truth and trust and comfort brings, And God Himself smiles on their godlike beauty. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONNETS OF MANHOOD: 10. LONELY by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) LA BEAUTE by CHARLES BAUDELAIRE MORNING STAR by HARRIET R. BEAN THE FOUR ZOAS: NIGHTS THE NINTH by WILLIAM BLAKE THE NAIAD by MADISON JULIUS CAWEIN A 'MERCENARY' MARRIAGE by DINAH MARIA MULOCK CRAIK WAR IS KIND: 6 by STEPHEN CRANE EPISTLE TO JAMES MOMTAGUE, LORD BISHOP OF WINCHESTER by SAMUEL DANIEL |