ONE grief, one faith, O sisters of the dead! Was in your bosoms -- thou, whose steps, made fleet By keen hope fluttering in the heart which bled, Bore thee, as wings, the Lord of Life to greet; And thou, that duteous in thy still retreat Didst wait his summons, then with reverent love Fall weeping at the bless'd Deliverer's feet, Whom e'en to heavenly tears thy woe could move. And which to @3Him@1, the All-seeing and All-just, Was loveliest -- that quick zeal, or lowly trust? Oh! question not, and let no law be given To those unveilings of its deepest shrine, By the wrung spirit made in outward sign: Free service from the heart is all in all to heaven. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE WORLD: A CHILD'S SONG by WILLIAM BRIGHTY RANDS MUSIC, FR. TWELFTH NIGHT by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE ROMANCE by WALTER JAMES REDFERN TURNER MUCKLE-MOU'D MEG by JAMES BALLANTYNE THE ROCK OF LIBERTY; A PILGRIM ODE, 1620-1920: 2. STRUGGLE by ABBIE FARWELL BROWN |