"WE are lowly, very lowly:" Low the bard, and low the song; Lowly thou, my own dear village; Lowly those I dwell among. From my lowly home of childhood Low sweet voices fill my ears, Till my drooping lids grow heavy With the weight of tender tears. Low in station, low in labour, Low in all that worldlings prize, Till the voice say, "Come up hither" To a mansion in the skies. From that lowly cot the sainted Rose from earth's low cares and woes; From that lowly couch my mother To her home in heaven arose. In that cot, so lone and lowly, (Childhood's hand might reach the thatch,) God was felt, and o'er the dwellers Angel eyes kept loving watch. Lowly heart and lowly bearing Heaven and earth will best approve. Jesus! Thou wert meek and lowly— Low on earth, but Lord above. Yet not low my aspirations: High and strong my soul's desire To assist my toiling brothers Upward, onward to aspire. Upward to the heaven above us, Onward in the march of mind, Upward to the shrine of freedom, Onward, working for our kind. This to you, my working brothers, I inscribe; may nothing low Dwell in mind, in heart, or habit; Upward look, and onward go. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LITTLE PEACH by EUGENE FIELD FABLES: 1ST SER. 5. THE WILD BOAR AND THE RAM by JOHN GAY TO AN INSECT by OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES EPIGRAMS: BOOK I, 1 by MARCUS VALERIUS MARTIALIS INSOMNIA by EDITH MATILDA THOMAS |