LEST the great glory from on high Should make our senses swim, Our blessed Lord hath spread the sky Between ourselves and Him. He made the Sabbath shine before The work-days and the care, And set about its golden door The messengers of prayer. Across our earthly pleasures fled He sends his heavenly light, Like morning streaming broad and red Adown the skirts of night. He nearest comes when most his face Is wrapt in clouds of gloom; The firmest pillars of his grace Are planted in the tomb. Oh shall we not the power of sin And vanity withstand, When thus our Father holds us in The hollow of his hand? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MARY'S LAMB by SARAH JOSEPHA BUELL HALE WINTER SONG by LUDWIG HENRICH CHRISTOPH HOLTY THE LAST SUPPER by RAINER MARIA RILKE VENICE by JOHN ADDINGTON SYMONDS BACCHUS AND THE FROGS by ARISTOPHANES QUATORZAINS: 11. A CLOCK STRIKING AT MIDNIGHT by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES |