NOT for the summer-hour alone, When skies resplendent shine, And youth and pleasure fill the throne, Our hearts and hands we join; But for those stern and wintry days Of peril, pain, and fear, When Heaven's wise discipline doth make This earthly journey drear. Not for this span of life alone, Which as a blast doth fly, And like the transient flower of grass Just blossom, droop, and die; But for a being without end, This vow of love we take: Grant us, oh God! one home at last, For our Redeemer's sake. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DE PROFUNDIS by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING THE CALL TO THE COLORS by ARTHUR GUITERMAN THE GRAVE OF LOVE by THOMAS LOVE PEACOCK THE POET'S SONG FOR HIS WIFE by BRYAN WALLER PROCTER THE ARGONAUTS (ARGONATUICA): MEDEA BETRAYED by APOLLONIUS RHODIUS |