How plain soe'er the house or poor the guests, The royalest of all sits at thy board, Shares thy small space, waits longingly to give Full measure of the comfort of His love. How great thy dignity! How little need That men should power or place or goods bestow! Oh, give Him access to thy pent-up heart; No longer poor the place where God takes part. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MY OLD KENTUCKY HOME by STEPHEN COLLINS FOSTER A WOMAN'S ANSWER by ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTER ASTROPHEL AND STELLA: 84 by PHILIP SIDNEY EARTH TRIUMPHANT by CONRAD AIKEN ENVOI: DEATH (1) by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) THE WORLD'S DESIRE by WILLIAM ROSE BENET THE ELDER WOMAN'S SONG: 3, FR. KING LEAR'S WIFE by GORDON BOTTOMLEY SONNETS FROM THE PORTUGUESE: 44 by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING |