TRUST my father, saith the eldest-born; I did trust him ere the earth began; Not to know him is to be forlorn; Not to love him is—not to be man. He that knows him loves him altogether; With my father I am so content That through all this dreary human weather I am working, waiting, confident. He is with me; I am not alone; Life is bliss, because I am his child; Down in Hades will I lay the stone Whence shall rise to Heaven his city piled. Hearken, brothers, pray you, to my story! Hear me, sister; hearken, child, to me: Our one father is a perfect glory; He is light, and there is none but he. Come then with me; I will lead the way; All of you, sore-hearted, heavy-shod, Come to father, yours and mine, I pray; Little ones, I pray you, come to God! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE EXCHANGE by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE THE AMERICAN FLAG by JOSEPH RODMAN DRAKE BROWNING AT ASOLO by ROBERT UNDERWOOD JOHNSON THE GARDEN OF PROSERPINE by ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE |