OUT of our pain and struggle, "Up from our grief and dole, We are swift to cry to the Healer For the touch that makes us whole. Alas! we are not so ready, In the day of our joy and crown, With the palms and the fragrant incense Laid at His altar down. And how it must grieve the Master That His own are so slow to praise, In the flush of their peace and gladness, The goodness which brims the days! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONG:SO WHY DOES THIS DEAD CARNATION by HAYDEN CARRUTH ROCK ME TO SLEEP by ELIZABETH AKERS ALLEN SONNET: INSCRIPTION FOR A PORTRAIT OF DANTE by GIOVANNI BOCCACCIO DISDAIN RETURNED by THOMAS CAREW THE WOOING by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR |