GROUP after group are gathering, such as prest Once to their Saviour's arms, and gently laid Their cherub heads upon his shielding breast, Though sterner souls the fond approach forbade Group after group glide on with noiseless tread And round Jehovah's sacred altar meet, Where holy thoughts in infant hearts are bred, And holy words their ruby lips repeat, Oft with a chasten'd glance, in modulation sweet. Yet some there are, upon whose childish brows Wan poverty hath done the work of care; Look up, ye sad ones! -- 'tis your Father's house, Beneath whose consecrated dome you are; More gorgeous robes ye see, and trappings rare, And watch the gaudier forms that gaily rove, And deem perchance, mistaken as you are, The "coat of many colours" proves His love, Whose sign is in the heart and whose reward above. And ye, blest laborers in this humble sphere, To deeds of saint-like charity inclined, Who from your cells of meditation dear Come forth to guide the weak, untutor'd mind -- Yet ask no payment, save one smile refined Of grateful love, one tear of contrite pain, Meekly ye forfeit to your mission kind The rest of earthly Sabbaths. Be your gain A Sabbath without end, 'nid yon celestial plain | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A LITTLE GIRL LOST, FR. SONGS OF EXPERIENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE TWO WITCHES: 2. THE PAUPER WITCH OF GRAFTON by ROBERT FROST ELEGY TO THE MEMORY OF AN UNFORTUNATE LADY by ALEXANDER POPE SONGS OF TRAVEL: 44 by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON A SONG OF LIFE by ABRAHAM IBN EZRA THE CLUE by CHARLOTTE FISKE BATES |