MY olive plant, so green and fair; My budding hope, my dearest care; My only one! He only knew Who gave—and, ah! how soon withdrew The precious gift—how dear I loved My plant on earth; and though removed To higher climes and brighter skies, With mournful tread and weeping eyes I wander round his early tomb- But light from heaven dispels the gloom! An angel voice falls on my ear, "Whom seek'st thou, weeping mother, here? He is not here: thy son hath risen— 'Tis but his shattered mortal prison Lies there. Oh! would'st thou ever dwell With him thou loved on earth so well? Then Jesus seek, the Saviour know; He'll pardon, peace, and heaven bestow, Where thy loved plant shall bloom for ever, And thou wilt join him ne'er to sever." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LENTEN GREETING; TO A LADY by GEORGE SANTAYANA WINTER, FR. LOVE'S LABOUR'S LOST by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE A BALLAD UPON A WEDDING by JOHN SUCKLING TWENTY BLOCKS by EGMONT HEGEL ARENS ON THE BIRTH OF A FRIEND'S ELDEST SON by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD |