BANISH'D the House of sacred rest, Amid a thoughtless throng, At length I heard its creed confess'd, And knelt the saints among. Artless his strain and unadorn'd, Who spoke Christ's message there; But what at home I might have scorn'd. Now charm'd my famish'd ear. Lord, grant me this abiding grace, Thy Word and sons to know; To pierce the veil on Moses' face, Although his speech be slow. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE COLOR SERGEANT by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON THE SHAPE OF THE CORONER by WALLACE STEVENS THE CHILDREN by CHARLES MONROE DICKINSON THE FAIRY THORN; AN ULSTER BALLAD by SAMUEL FERGUSON THE EMPEROR'S BIRD'S-NEST by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW THE VIRGINIANS OF THE VALLEY by FRANCIS ORRERY TICKNOR |