OLD Israel's readers of the stars, I love them best. Musing, they read, In embers of the heavenly hearth, High truths were never learned below. They asked not of the barren sands, They questioned not that stretch of death; But upward from the humble tent They took the stairway of the hills; Upward they climbed, bold in their trust, To pluck the glory of the stars, Faith falters, knowledge does not know, Fast, one by one, the phantoms fade; But that strange light, unwavering love, Grasped from the lowered hand of God, Abides, quenchless forevermore. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A FRIEND'S SONG FOR SIMOISIUS by LOUISE IMOGEN GUINEY PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 22. AL-BASIT by EDWIN ARNOLD TO CHILDREN: 2. BRAGGARTS by WILLIAM ROSE BENET PSALM 144 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE RURAL ECONOMY (1917) by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN UNCHANGING by FRIEDRICH MARTIN VON BODENSTEDT |