As grains of sand, as stars, as drops of dew, Numbered and treasured by the Almighty Hand, The Saints triumphant throng that holy land Where all things and Jerusalem are new. We know not half they sing or half they do, But this we know, they rest and understand; While like a conflagration freshly fanned Their love glows upward, outward, thro' and thro'. Lo! like a stream of incense launched on flame Fresh Saints stream up from death to life above, To shine among those others and rejoice: What matters tribulation whence they came? All love and only love can find a voice Where God makes glad His Saints, for God is Love. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPRING by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS THYESTES, ACT 2: CHORUS by LUCIUS ANNAEUS SENECA THE LIGHT OF OTHER DAYS by THOMAS MOORE A WATER MILL by ANTIPATER OF THESSALONICA BOTHWELL: PART 3 by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN A DAISY FROM THE PARTHENON by CHARLOTTE FISKE BATES |