FOR thou, a holy shepherdess and kind, Through the pine forests, by the upland rills, Didst roam to seek the children of the hills, A wild, neglected flock! to seek, and find, And meekly win! there feeding each young mind With balms of heavenly eloquence: not @3thine@1, Daughter of Christ! but His, whose love Divine Its own clear spirit in thy breast had shrined, A burning light! Oh! beautiful, in truth, Upon the mountains are the feet of those Who bear His tidings! From thy morn of youth, For this were all thy journeyings; and the close Of that long path, heaven's own bright sabbath-rest, Must wait thee, wanderer! on thy Saviour's breast. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...EXODUS FOR OREGON by CINCINNATUS HEINE MILLER THE HOUSE OF LIFE: 4. LOVESIGHT by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI EUMARES by ASCLEPIADES OF SAMOS LILIES: 24 by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) SILENUS IN PROTEUS by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES SANDY STAR: 4. THE WAY by WILLIAM STANLEY BRAITHWAITE ON THE LATE CAPT. GROSE'S PEREGRINATIONS THRO' SCOTLAND by ROBERT BURNS |