O COMRADE, bold of toil and pain! Thy trial how severe, When sever'd first by prisoner's chain From thy loved labour-sphere! Say, did impatience first impel The heaven-sent bond to break? Or, couldst thou bear its hindrance well, Loitering for Jesu's sake? Oh, might we know! for sore we feel The languor of delay, When sickness lets our fainter zeal, Or foes block up our way. Lord! who Thy thousand years dost wait To work the thousandth part Of Thy vast plan, for us create With zeal a patient heart. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE CONGO by NICHOLAS VACHEL LINDSAY FLOWERS by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW SONNET (3) by CHARLES HAMILTON SORLEY A LEAVE-TAKING by ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE POSSESSED by RUTH FITCH BARTLETT THE SEAGULL by HERBERT BASHFORD |