Who can surrender to Christ, dividing his best with the stranger, Giving to each what he asks, braving the uttermost danger All for the enemy, MAN? Who can surrender till death His words and his works, his house and his lands, His eyes and his heart and his breath? Who can surrender to Christ? Many have yearned toward it daily. Yet they surrender to passion, wildly or grimly or gaily; Yet they surrender to pride, counting her precious and queenly; Yet they surrender to knowledge, preening their feathers serenely. Who can surrender to Christ? Where is the man so transcendent, So heated with love of his kind, so filled with the spirit resplendent That all of the hours of his day his song is thrilling and tender, And all of his thoughts to our white cause of peace Surrender, surrender, surrender? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A SUMMER EVENING'S MEDITATION by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD SENCE YOU WENT AWAY by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON DEAD IN THE SIERRAS by CINCINNATUS HEINE MILLER FRIENDSHIP [OR, THE TRUE FRIEND] by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE THE PIAZZA OF ST. MARK AT MIDNIGHT by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH SONNET FROM JAPAN: 1. THE SPELL by ADELAIDE NICHOLS BAKER SONNET: 16 by RICHARD BARNFIELD |