BLEST! who, far from all mankind, This world's shadows left behind, Hears from Heaven a gentle strain Whispering Love, and loves again. Blest! who, free from self-esteem, Dives into the great Supreme, All desire besides discards, Joys inferior none regards. Blest! who in Thy bosom seeks Rest that nothing earthly breaks, Dead to self and worldly things, Lost in Thee, Thou King of kings! Ye that know my secret fire, Softly speak and soon retire; Favour my divine repose, Spare the sleep a God bestows. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MOUNTAIN WATER by SARA TEASDALE PROGRESSIVE HEALTH by CARL DENNIS TO HIS WINDING-SHEET by ROBERT HERRICK GREEN LEAVES AND SERE by MATHILDE BLIND THE LADY UNKNOWN by ALEXANDER (ALEKSANDR) ALEXANDROVICH BLOK THE MARCH OF THE REGIMENT, 1861 by HENRY HOWARD BROWNELL |