'T is done! A father, mother, gone, A sister, brother, torn away, My hope is now in God alone, Whom heaven and earth alike obey. Above, beneath, to him is known, -- The world's wide compass in his own. I love, -- but in the world no more, Nor in gay hall, or festal bower; Not the fair forms I prized before, -- But him, all beauty, wisdom, power, My Savior, who has cast a chain On sin and ill, and woe and pain! I from my memory have effaced All former joys, all kindred, friends; All honors that my station graced I hold but snares that fortune sends: Hence! joys by Christ at distance cast, That we may be his own at last! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BLOOD IS THICKER THAN WATER by WALLACE RICE THE LOVE OF CHRIST WHICH PASSETH KNOWLEDGE by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI IN MEMORIAM A.H.H.: 67 by ALFRED TENNYSON SAINT BRANDAN by MATTHEW ARNOLD MR. PETER'S STORY: THE BAGMAN'S DOG by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM LILIES: 20. 'SOME DAY I WILL TELL YOU' by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) SONNET by ETIENNE DE LA BOETIE CLEVEDON VERSES: 7. NORTON WOOD (DORA'S BIRTHDAY) by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN |