SOULS of the Just, I call not you To share this joy with me, This joy and wonder at the view Of mountain, plain, and sea; Ye, on that loftier mountain old, Safe lodged in Eden's cell. Whence run the rivers four, behold This earth, as ere it fell. Or, when ye think of those who stay Still tried by the world's fight, 'Tis but in looking for the day Which shall the lost unite. Ye rather, elder Spirits strong! Who from the first have trod This nether scene, man's race among, The while you live to God, Ye see, and ye can sympathise -- Vain thought! their mighty ken Fills height and depth, the stars, the skies, They smile at dim-eyed men. Ah, Saviour! I perforce am Thine, Angel and Saint apart: Those searching Eyes are all-divine, All-human is that Heart. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A SENSE OF DIRECTION by KAREN SWENSON THE HOUSEKEEPER by ROBERT FROST NURSE'S SONG, FR. SONGS OF EXPERIENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE THE ROAST BEEF OF OLD ENGLAND by HENRY FIELDING EPIGRAM: 27. THE FRUIT by THOMAS WYATT LESBIA'S COMPLAINT AGAINST THYRISIS HIS INCONSTANCY; A SONNET by PHILIP AYRES SONNETS OF MANHOOD: 41. TO THE 'UNKNOWABLE' GOD by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) |