'LOVE brought Me down: and cannot love make thee Carol for joy to Me? Hear cheerful robin carol from his tree, Who owes not half to Me I won for thee.' 'Yea, Lord, I hear his carol's wordless voice; And well may he rejoice Who hath not heard of death's discordant noise. So might I too rejoice With such a voice.' 'True, thou hast compassed death: but hast not thou The tree of life's own bough? Am I not Life and Resurrection now? My Cross, balm-bearing bough For such as thou.' 'Ah me, Thy Cross! ----- but that seems far away; Thy Cradle-song to-day I too would raise and worship Thee and pray: Not empty, Lord, to-day Send me away.' 'If thou wilt not go empty, spend thy store; And I will give thee more, Yea, make thee ten times richer than before. Give more and give yet more Out of thy store.' 'Because Thou givest me Thyself, I will Thy blessed word fulfil, Give with both hands, and hoard by giving still: Thy pleasure to fulfil, And work Thy Will.' | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONGS OF TRAVEL: 45. TO S.R. CROCKETT by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON TO FORTUNE by JAMES THOMSON (1700-1748) MARECHAL NIEL by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH A THREAD OF HAIR by CHRISTOPHER BANNISTER A CHARACTER by CHARLOTTE FISKE BATES LOVE IS A STAR by WILLIAM STANLEY BRAITHWAITE EPISTLE TO HUGH PARKER by ROBERT BURNS MY MISTRESS COMMANDING ME TO RETURN HER LETTERS by THOMAS CAREW |