LO! all thy glory gone! God's masterpiece undone! The last created and the first to fall; The noblest, frailest, godliest of all. Death seems the conqueror now, And yet his victor thou: The fatal shaft, its venom quench'd in thee, A mortal raised to immortality. Child of the humble sod, Wed with the breath of God, Descend! for with the lowest thou must lie -- Arise! thou hast inherited the sky. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SHEPHERD BOY'S SONG, FR. THE PILGRIM'S PROGRESS by JOHN BUNYAN SONNET: 109 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE SONG OF SLAVES IN THE DESERT by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER AGNOSTIC TO MYSTIC by WILLIAM ROSE BENET MEN OF VERDUN by LAURENCE BINYON THE WEARY PUND O' TOW by ROBERT BURNS |