Lift up thine eyes to seek the invisible: Stir up thy heart to choose the still unseen: Strain up thy hope in glad perpetual green To scale the exceeding height where all saints dwell. Saints, is it well with you ? ''" Yea, it is well, ''" Where they have reaped, by faith kneel thou to glean: Because they stooped so low to reap, they lean Now over golden harps unspeakable. ''" - But thou purblind and deafened, knowest thou Those glorious beauties unexperienced By ear or eye or by heart hitherto ? ''" I know Whom I have trusted: wherefore now All amiable, accessible tho' fenced, Golden Jerusalem floats full in view. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AT CASTERBRIDGE FAIR: 2. FORMER BEAUTIES by THOMAS HARDY GRENADIER by ALFRED EDWARD HOUSMAN ROSALIND'S MADRIGAL, FR. ROSALIND [ROSALYNDE] by THOMAS LODGE EXODUS FOR OREGON by CINCINNATUS HEINE MILLER HOMUNCULUS IN PENUMBRA by GORDON BOTTOMLEY TO A PHOTOGRAPHER by BERTON BRALEY |