O SILENCE, wondrous and profound! O'er earth doth solitude still reign; The woods alone incline their heads, As if the Lord walked o'er the plain. I feel new life within me glow; Where now is my distress and care? Here in the blush of waking morn, I blush at yesterday's despair. To me, a pilgrim, shall the world, With all its joy and sorrows, be But as a bridge that leads, O Lord, Across the stream of time to Thee. And should my song woo worldly gifts, The base rewards of vanity— Dash down my lyre! I'll hold my peace Before thee to eternity. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HIS PRAYER TO BEN JONSON by ROBERT HERRICK ODES I, 9. TO WINTER by QUINTUS HORATIUS FLACCUS THE FORSAKEN by C. HAMILTON AIDE THE HALCYON BIRDS by WILLIAM ROSE BENET THE HOME-RETURNING by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON A NEW YEAR'S SACRIFICE; TO LUCINDA by THOMAS CAREW STANZAS, ON PLANTING A BAY-TREE AT THE GRAVE OF CHURCHILL by JOHN CHALK CLARIS |