WHERE is the tree the prophet threw Into the bitter wave? Left it no scion where it grew, The thirsting soul to save? Hath nature lost the hidden power Its precious foliage shed? Is there no distant Eastern bower With such sweet leaves o'erspread? Nay, wherefore ask? -- since gifts are ours Which yet may well imbue Earth's many troubled founts with showers Of heaven's own balmy dew. Oh! mingled with the cup of grief Let faith's deep spirit be; And every prayer shall win a leaf From that blessed healing tree! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...INTO BATTLE by JULIAN GRENFELL THE NAME OF JESUS by JOHN NEWTON PSALM 29. AFFERTE DOMINO by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE WATER TOWER AT WALDO by DAISY MARITA BISHOP THE UNKNOWN WOMAN by ALEXANDER (ALEKSANDR) ALEXANDROVICH BLOK HINC LACHRIMAE; OR THE AUTHOR TO AURORA: 47 by WILLIAM BOSWORTH FLEUR DE LIS by GRACE EVELYN BROWN |