BRING me to see, Lord, bring me yet to see Those nations of Thy glory and Thy grace Who splendid in Thy splendour worship Thee. Light in all eyes, content in every face, Raptures and voices one while manifold, Love and are well-beloved the ransomed race: -- Great mitred priests, great kings in crowns of gold, Patriarchs who head the army of their sons, Matrons and mothers by their own extolled, Wise and most harmless holy little ones, Virgins who, making merry, lead the dance, Full-breathed victorious racers from all runs, Home-comers out of every change and chance, Hermits restored to social neighbourhood, Aspects which reproduce One Countenance, Life-losers with their losses all made good, All blessed hungry and athirst sufficed, All who bore crosses round the Holy Rood, Friends, brethren, sisters, of Lord Jesus Christ. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: JOHN WASSON by EDGAR LEE MASTERS POOR POLL by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES SONNETS FROM THE PORTUGUESE: 22 by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING AN EPITAPH ON M.H. by CHARLES COTTON THE FLY by BARNABY (BARNABE) GOOGE THE DARK ANGEL by LIONEL PIGOT JOHNSON |