Lord Christ, beneath thy starry dome We light this flickering lamp of home, And where bewildering shadows throng Uplift our prayer and evensong. Dost thou, with heaven in thy ken Seek still a dwelling-place with men, Wandering the world in ceaseless quest? O Man of Nazareth, be our guest! Lord Christ, the bird his nest has found, The fox is sheltered in his ground, But dost thou still this dark earth tread And have no place to lay thy head? Shepherd of mortals, here behold A little flock, a wayside fold That wait thy presence to be blest— O Man of Nazareth, be our guest! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AFTER THE WAR by RICHARD THOMAS LE GALLIENNE ASTROPHEL AND STELLA: FOURTH SONG by PHILIP SIDNEY THE GOUTY MERCHANT AND THE STRANGER by HORACE SMITH THE LAND OF NOD by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON THE ART OF PRESERVING HEALTH: BOOK 1. AIR by JOHN ARMSTRONG |