THIS is the day the Lord of life Ascended to the skies; My thoughts, pursue the lofty theme, And to the heavens arise. Let no vain cares divert my mind From this celestial road; Nor all the honours of the earth Detain my soul from God. Think of the splendors of that place, The joys that are on high; Nor meanly rest contented here, With worlds beneath the sky. Heav'n is the birth-place of the saints, To Heav'n their souls ascend; The' Almighty owns his favourite race As father and as friend. Oh! may these lovely titles prove My comfort and defence, When the sick couch shall be my lot, And death shall call me hence. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A GOODNIGHT by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS SONNET: 13. TO MR. H. LAWES, ON HIS AIRS by JOHN MILTON THE COMPLAINT OF THE FAIR ARMOURESS by FRANCOIS VILLON THE STATION MAN, ON LOOK-OUT by ARCHIE BINNS THE MAID OF MURRAY HILL by HENRY CUYLER BUNNER |