ON Judah's hills a weight of darkness hung, Felt shudderingly at noon: the land had driven A Guest Divine back to the gates of heaven -- A life, whence all pure founts of healing sprung, All grace, all truth. And when, to anguish wrung, From the sharp cross th' enlightening spirit fled, O'er the forsaken earth a pall of dread By the great shadow of that death was flung. O Saviour! O Atoner! -- Thou that fain Would'st make thy temple in each human heart, Leave not such darkness in my soul to reign; Ne'er may thy presence from its depths depart, Chased thence by guilt! Oh! turn not @3Thou@1 away, The bright and Morning Star, my guide to perfect day! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE INEVITABLE by SARAH KNOWLES BOLTON IN THE LAND WHERE WE WERE DREAMING by DANIEL BEDINGER LUCAS SOUTHERN PACIFIC by CARL SANDBURG RARE INTERVALS by CHARLOTTE LOUISE BERTLESEN AN IMITATION OF SPENCER by WILLIAM BLAKE THE DAIMYO'S POND by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN FIGHT! (HARVARD-DARTMOUTH FOOTBALL GAME, 1908) by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE |