If Jesus came to earth again, And walked and talked in field and street, Who would not lay his human pain Low at those heavenly feet? And leave the loom, and leave the lute, And leave the volume on the shelf, To follow Him, unquestioning, mute, If 'twere the Lord himself? How many a brow with care o'erworn, How many a heart with grief o'erladen, How many a man with woe forlorn, How many a mourning maiden, Would leave the baffling earthly prize, Which fails the earthly weak endeavor, To gaze into those holy eyes And drink content forever! His sheep along the cool, the shade, By the still watercourse, He leads; His lambs upon His breast are laid; His hungry ones He feeds. And I where'er He went would go, Nor question where the paths might lead; Enough to know that here below I walked with God indeed! If it be thus, O Lord of mine, In absence is Thy love forgot? And must I, when I walk, repine Because I see Thee not? If this be thus, if this be thus, Since our poor prayers yet reach Thee, Lord, Since we are weak, once more to us Reveal the living Word! O nearer to me, in the dark Of life's low house, one moment stand; And give me keener eyes to mark The moving of Thy hand. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...REVAMPING THE VIRGIN by KAREN SWENSON PRECIOUS WORDS by EMILY DICKINSON FABLES: 1ST SER. 5. THE WILD BOAR AND THE RAM by JOHN GAY THE WILLOWS by FRANCIS BRET HARTE IN A BYE-CANAL by HERMAN MELVILLE GROWN-UP by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY THE SLEEPING BEAUTY by SAMUEL ROGERS ODE IN MEMORY OF THE AMERICAN VOLUNTEERS FALLEN FOR FRANCE by ALAN SEEGER |