I LONG for joy, O Lord, I long for gold, I long for all Thou profferest to me, I long for the unimagined manifold Abundance laid up in Thy treasury. I long for pearls, but not from mundane sea; I long for palms, but not from earthly mould; Yet in all else I long for, long for Thee, Thyself to hear and worship and behold. For Thee, beyond the splendour of that day Where all is day and is not any night; For Thee, beyond refreshment of that rest To which tired saints press on for its delight: -- Or if not thus for Thee, yet Thee I pray To make me long so till Thou make me blest. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BIRDS by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS 1914: 5. THE SOLDIER by RUPERT BROOKE FAREWELL TO CYNTHIA by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS ON BEING QUIZZED BY BALIEV by LEONARD BACON (1887-1954) A MARTYR'S MASS; FATHER MIGUEL PRO, EXECUTED AY MEXICO CITY, 1927 by ALFRED BARRETT |