SWEET tenants of this grove, Who sing, without design, A song of artless love, In unison with mine: These echoing shades return Full many a note of ours, That wise ones cannot learn With all their boasted powers. O Thou! whose sacred charms These hearts so seldom love, Although Thy beauty warms And blesses all above; How slow are human things To choose their happiest lot! All-glorious King of kings, Say why we love Thee not? This heart, that cannot rest, Shall Thine for ever prove; Though bleeding and distressed, Yet joyful in Thy love: 'Tis happy, though it breaks Beneath Thy chastening hand; And speechless,--yet it speaks What Thou canst understand. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE EVE OF BANNOCKBURN by JOHN BARBOUR STANE STREET by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN THE VETERAN by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN MEMORY AND HOPE by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING ON SEEING MISS FONTENELLE IN A FAVOURITE CHARACTER by ROBERT BURNS GENESIS 24 by ARTHUR HUGH CLOUGH THE NEWSPAPER by GEORGE CRABBE |