WHERE art thou, bird of song? Brightest one and dearest? Other groves among, Other nests thou cheerest; Sweet thy warbling skill To each ear that heard thee, But 'twas sweetest still To the heart that rear'd thee. Lamb, where dost thou rest? On stranger-bosoms lying? Flowers, thy path that drest, All uncropp'd are dying; Streams where thou didst roam Murmur on without thee, Lov'st thou still thy home? Can thy mother doubt thee? Seek thy Saviour's flock, To his blest fold going, Seek that smitten rock Whence our peace is flowing; Still should Love rejoice, Whatsoe'er betide thee, If that Shepherd's voice Evermore might guide thee. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A TOCCATA OF GALUPPI'S by ROBERT BROWNING THE FIRST DANDELION by WALT WHITMAN THE KING OF YVETOT by PIERRE JEAN DE BERANGER PSALM 4; AUGUST 10, 1653 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE THE PRIDE OF WESTMORELAND by GORDON BOTTOMLEY LORD EXMOUTH'S VICTORY AT ALGIERS, 1816 by JOHN GARDINER CALKINS BRAINARD AN EPISTLE THROWN INTO A RIVER IN A BALL OF WAX by WILLIAM BROWNE (1591-1643) |