MY Father's hope! my childhood's dream! The promise from on high! Long waited for! its glories beam Now when my death is nigh. My death is come, but not decay; Nor eye nor mind is dim; The keenness of youth's vigorous day Thrills in each nerve and limb. Blest scene! thrice welcome after toil -- If no deceit I view; O might my lips but press the soil, And prove the vision true! Its glorious heights, its wealthy plains, Its many-tinted groves, They call! but He my steps restrains Who chastens whom He loves. Ah! now they melt...they are but shades... I die! -- yet is no rest, O Lord! in store, since Canaan fades But seen, and not possest? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONNET ON FAME (2) by JOHN KEATS TWILIT HARMONY by CHARLES BAUDELAIRE EUCALYPTUS TREES by SISTER BENEDICTION IDYLL 16. TO THE EVENING STAR by BION HASTINGS' SONNETS: 2 by SAMUEL EGERTON BRYDGES |