AWAKE, sad heart, whom sorrow ever drowns: Take up thine eyes, which feed on earth, Unfold thy forehead gather'd into frowns; Thy Saviour comes, and with him mirth: Awake, awake; And with a thankfull heart his comforts take. But thou dost still lament, and pine, and crie; And feel his death, but not his victorie. Arise, sad heart; if thou dost not withstand, Christs resurrection thine may be: Do not, by hanging down, break from the hand, Which, as it riseth, raiseth thee: Arise, arise; And with his buriall-linen drie thine eyes. Christ left his grave-clothes, that we might, when grief Draws tears or bloud, not want an handkerchief. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONNET: 21 by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL A SEA-SPELL (FOR A PICTURE) by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI THE BRITISH PHILIPPIC by MARK AKENSIDE ON SICK LEAVE, 1916 by HAMILTON FISH ARMSTRONG JULY IN MONTANA by LILLA BOGERT THE WANDERER: 4. IN SWITZERLAND: THE HEART AND NATURE by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON |