THE mountain-stream may humbly boast For her the loud waves call; The hamlet feeds the nation's host, The home-farm feeds the hall; And unto earth heaven's Lord doth lend The right, of high import, The gladsome privilege to send New courtiers to Love's court. Not strange to thee, O lady dear, Life in that palace fair, For thou while waiting with us here Didst just as they do there! Thy heart still open to receive, Open thy hand to give, God had thee graced with more than leave In heavenly state to live! And though thou art gone up so high Thou art not gone so far But that thy love to us comes nigh, As starlight from a star. And ours must reach where'er thou art, In far or near abode, For God is of all love the heart, And we are all in God. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE ADOPTED CHILD by FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS THE OLD SWIMMIN'-HOLE by JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY THE BLESSED DAMOZEL by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI A GENTLE ECHO ON WOMAN (IN THE DORIC MANNER) by JONATHAN SWIFT CUSTER'S LAST CHARGE [JUNE 25, 1876] by FREDERICK WHITTAKER THEN AND NOW by JEAN JACQUES ANTOINE AMPERE |