COME to the land of peace! Come where the tempest hath no longer sway, The shadow passes from the soul away, The sounds of weeping cease? Fear hath no dwelling there! Come to the mingling of repose and love, Breathed by the silent spirit of the dove Through the celestial air! Come to the bright and blest, And crowned for ever! -- 'midst that shining band, Gathered to heaven's own wreath from every land, Thy spirit shall find rest! Thou hast been long alone: Come to thy mother! -- on the Sabbath shore, The heart that rocked thy childhood, back, once more Shall take its wearied one. In silence wert thou left: Come to thy sisters! -- joyously again All the home-voices, blent in one sweet strain, Shall greet their long-bereft! Over thine orphan head The storm hath swept, as o'er a willow's bough: Come to thy father! -- it is finished now; Thy tears have all been shed. In thy divine abode Change finds no pathway, memory no dark trace, And, oh! bright victory -- death by love no place: Come, Spirit, to thy God! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO IMAGINATION (2) by EMILY JANE BRONTE ALL GOATS by ELIZABETH JANE COATSWORTH FRANCE: AN ODE by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE THE ERL-KING by JOHANN WOLFGANG VON GOETHE PEACE by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS ON LOOKING INTO GOLDING'S OVID by STEVE SCAFIDI JR. |