CHILD, amidst the flowers at play, While the red light fades away; Mother, with thine earnest eye, Ever following silently; Father, by the breeze of eve Called thy harvest-work to leave -- Pray: ere yet the dark hours be, Lift the heart and bend the knee! Traveller, in the stranger's land, Far from thine own household band; Mourner, haunted by the tone Of a voice from this world gone; Captive, in whose narrow cell Sunshine hath not leave to dwell; Sailor on the darkening sea -- Lift the heart and bend the knee! Warrior, that from battle won Breathest now at set of sun; Woman, o'er the lowly slain Weeping on his burial-plain; Ye that triumph, ye that sigh, Kindred by one holy tie, Heaven's first star alike ye see -- Lift the heart and bend the knee! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AN ANATOMY OF THE WORLD: THE FIRST ANNIVERSARY by JOHN DONNE IN THE OLD SOUTH CHURCH; 1677 by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER ODES: BOOK 2: ODE 11. TO THE COUNTRY GENTLEMEN OF ENGLAND by MARK AKENSIDE NOONTIDE REST by ANTIPHILUS OF BYZANTIUM TO SIR JOHN SPENSER KNIGHTE, ALDERMAN OF LONDON by RICHARD BARNFIELD MATRIMONIAL MELODIES: 1. ASHES TO ASHES by BERTON BRALEY |