THE High Priest stands before the Mercy Seat, And on his breast bright mingling jewel-flames Reflect Shechinah light; twelve patriarch names Flash where the emerald and sapphire meet Sardius and diamond. With softer beam, From mystic onyx on his shoulders placed, Deep graven, never altered or erased, The same great names, in birthday order, gleam. May each name written here be thus engraved, Set in the place of power, the place of love, And borne in sweet memorial above, By Him who loved and chose, redeemed and saved. Be each dear name, the greatest and the least, Always upon the heart of our High Priest. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SCINTILLA by WILLIAM STANLEY BRAITHWAITE A TRIBUTE OF GRASSES by HAMLIN GARLAND ON THOSE THAT HATED 'THE PLAYBOY OF THE WESTERN WORLD' by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS ODES: BOOK 2: ODE 4. TO THE HON. CHARLES TOWNSHEND, IN THE COUNTRY by MARK AKENSIDE PESSIMIST AND OPTIMIST by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH NEW JERSEY by FRED CLARE BALDWIN HINC LACHRIMAE; OR THE AUTHOR TO AURORA: 39 by WILLIAM BOSWORTH |