I am all Thine, Beloved, for I come Unbound and free; Now I am stripped of everything I love To love but Thee; Of everything, and yet, my Lord, I have Fair memory. The wide world is my home; but once I knew A garden close, And sheltering walls encircled by The press Of rambling rose. In every soul that I may help My heart A new home knows. And once when all my life was young I dreamt Of little feet, And tiny hands and rosy mouth; Ah! Lord, Those dreams were sweet! To-day a thousand little hands Await My love to meet. And in this dream of yesterday, The whole Wide world was mine. I held it close against my heart; But now A love divine Has given more than life can give, Himself, The Bread and Wine. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THREE SILENCES IN THAILAND by KAREN SWENSON TO CHLOE WHO FOR HIS SAKE WISHED HERSELF YOUNGER by WILLIAM CARTWRIGHT A BALLADE OF LAWN TENNIS by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS A SUMMER NIGHT by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS VERSES WRITTEN IN THE LEAVES OF AN IVORY POCKET-BOOK by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD |