Thou who from heaven art, All our pain and sorrow stillest, All the souls that doubly smart, Doubly with thy solace fillest, Ah, if all this toil might cease! Why this heartache, joy and zest? Peace, sweet peace, Come, oh come into my breast! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE FAIRY CHILD by JOHN ANSTER IMMORTALITY by EMILY DICKINSON CEREMONIES FOR CHRISTMAS (1) by ROBERT HERRICK THE CAT OF CATS by WILLIAM BRIGHTY RANDS THE PROSPECTOR by ROBERT WILLIAM SERVICE VERSES, OCCASIONED BY AN AFFECTING INSTANCE OF SUDDEN DEATH by BERNARD BARTON FASHION; A DIALOGUE by JAMES HAY BEATTIE VALUES by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN THE SHEPHERD'S SONG: A CAROL OR HYMN FOR CHRISTMAS by EDMUND BOLTON |