"Stop, Christian passer-by! stop, child of God! And read with gentle breast: -- Beneath this sod A Poet lies, or that which once seemed he: Oh! lift one thought in prayer for S. T. C.! That he, who once in vain, with toil of breath, Found death in life, may here find life in death: Mercy, for praise -- to be forgiven, for fame -- He asked and hoped through Christ. Do thou the same." SPIRIT! so oft in radiant freedom soaring High through seraphic mysteries unconfined, And oft, a diver through the deep of mind Its caverns, far below its waves, exploring; And oft such strains of breezy music pouring, As, with the floating sweetness of their sighs, Could still all fevers of the heart, restoring Awhile that freshness left in Paradise; Say, of those glorious wanderings what the goal? What the rich fruitage to man's kindred soul From wealth of thine bequeathed? O strong and high. And sceptred intellect! thy goal confessed Was the Redeemer's Cross -- thy last bequest @3One@1 lesson breathing thence profound humility! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HOPE (1) by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON GEORGE MOORE by MARIANNE MOORE FACADE: 7. MADAME MOUSE TROTS by EDITH SITWELL MEZZO CAMMIN by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 44. ALLAH-AL-RAKIB by EDWIN ARNOLD |