'As many as I love.' -- Ah Lord, Who lovest all, If thus it is with Thee why sit remote above, Beholding from afar, stumbling and marred and small, So many Thou dost love? Whom sin and sorrow make their worn reluctant thrall; Who fain would flee away but lack the wings of dove; Who long for love and rest; who look to Thee, and call To Thee for rest and love. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LITANY [TO THE HOLY SPIRIT] by ROBERT HERRICK THE LANDLADY'S DAUGHTER by JOHANN LUDWIG UHLAND THE EAGLE AND THE MOLE by ELINOR WYLIE TO A WILD DUCK by BERNICE GIBBS ANDERSON |