Isaiah lx. 15-20. HEAR what God the Lord hath spoken: "O my people, faint and few, Comfortless, afflicted, broken, Fair abodes I build for you. Thorns of heartfelt tribulation Shall no more perplex your ways: You shall name your walls Salvation, And your gates shall all be Praise. "There, like streams that feed the garden, Pleasures without end shall flow; For the Lord, your faith rewarding, All his bounty shall bestow; Still in undisturbed possession Peace and righteousness shall reign; Never shall you feel oppression, Hear the voice of war again. "Ye no more your suns descending, Waning moons no more shall see; But, your griefs for ever ending, Find eternal noon in me: God shall rise, and shining o'er ye, Change to day the gloom of night; He, the Lord, shall be your glory, God your everlasting light." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LET ME NOT LOSES MY DREAM by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON KEEPERS OF THE SUN by DOROTHY P. ALBAUGH HEINE'S GRAVE by MATTHEW ARNOLD FOUR SONNETS: 4 by FRANK DAVIS ASHBURN A MARTYR'S MASS; FATHER MIGUEL PRO, EXECUTED AY MEXICO CITY, 1927 by ALFRED BARRETT SHE SHALL NOT GUESS by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |