WHEN Jesus' friend had ceased to be, Still Jesus' heart its friendship kept -- 'Where have ye laid him?' -- 'Come and see!' But ere his eyes could see, they wept. Lord! not in sepulchres alone Corruption's worm is rank and free: The shroud of death our bosoms own -- The shades of sorrow! Come and see! Come, Lord! God's image cannot shine Where sin's funereal darkness lowers -- Come! Turn those weeping eyes of thine Upon these sinning souls of ours! And let those eyes with shepherd care Their moving watch above us keep; Till love the strength of sorrow wear, And, as Thou weepedst, we may weep! For surely we may weep to know, So dark and deep our spirits' stain; That, had thy blood refused to flow Thy very tears had flowed in vain. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONNETS FROM THE PORTUGUESE: 35 by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING MADRIGAL: 1 by WILLIAM DRUMMOND OF HAWTHORNDEN EULALIE; A SONG by EDGAR ALLAN POE ON THE ART OF WRITING by PHILIP AYRES DEATH'S JEST-BOOK: THE SLIGHT AND DEGENERATE NATURE OF MAN by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES AN INVECTIVE AGAINST THE WORLD, SELECTION by NICHOLAS BRETON RECONCILIATION by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN EPITAPH ON NICOL OF THE HIGH SCHOOL, EDINBURGH by ROBERT BURNS |