THOU grantest ease of heart, O Lord, And them that wander in distress Thou gatherest at thy knees... Thou leadest thy lost sheep apart Into the paths of pleasantness, Into the paths of peace. The Valley of Death was dim, O Light, And vast the waste of vain desires Where wandered mine unrest... Thou camest o'er the mountain rim, Thou foundest me amid the briers To hush me on thy breast. O calm, O joy, to lie, O Love, One moment held against thy heart In breathless rapt amaze!... I dared to think that such as I Should wander nevermore apart, But pasture in thy rays. The Valley of Death was cold, O Lord, And far from thy paternal farms I mourned and murmured there... But how forsaken is the fold Where, cast abandoned from thine arms, I die of my despair! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...EPITAPH: FOR MY GRANDMOTHER by COUNTEE CULLEN DISASTER by CHARLES STUART CALVERLEY CORIDON'S SONG (IN ISAAK WALTON'S 'COMPLEAT ANGLER') by JOHN CHALKHILL HOMAGE TO THE BRITISH MUSEUM by WILLIAM EMPSON THE JACQUERIE: SONG. THE HOUND by SIDNEY LANIER WITH A NANTUCKET SHELL by CHARLES HENRY WEBB |