God has a house three streets away, And every Sunday, rain or shine, My nurse goes there her prayers to say; She's told me of the candles fine That burning all night long they keep Because God never goes to sleep, Then there's a steeple of bells; All through the dark the time it tells, I like to hear it in the night And think about those candles bright -- I wonder if God stays awake For kindness, like the furnace man Who comes before it's day, to make Our house as pleasant as he can -- I like to watch the sky grow blue And think, perhaps, the whole world through No one's awake but just us three -- God, and the furnace man, and me. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE EXCHANGE by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE LIFE'S MIRROR by MARY AINGE DE VERE THE SCHRECKHORN by THOMAS HARDY A CHRISTMAS CAROL by JOSIAH GILBERT HOLLAND ULTIMA THULE: NIGHT by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW THE BLUET by W. I. LINCOLN ADAMS THE PSALM by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES AN ELEGY ON SIR THOMAS OVERBURY; POISONED IN THE TOWER OF LONDON by WILLIAM BROWNE (1591-1643) |