'Deep in the West the godless Mormons dwell, In the far East the Taepings waste and burn, And stamp the name of Christ on deeds of hell - Ah me! for comfort whither shall I turn, While East and West breed mockeries like these?' I turned to Livingstone, on Afric's soil Labouring, and good Mackenzie's holy toil, And Selwyn praying for the southern seas - But never thought more tender and sublime To any bleeding anxious heart was given, Than when I learned that not a wind-bound sail, Near this rough foreland, waits the favouring gale, But Christian men observe the vacant time, Stand in the baffling wind and speak of heaven! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: HILDRUP TUBBS by EDGAR LEE MASTERS A DEATH SCENE by EMILY JANE BRONTE BALLAD OF HECTOR IN HADES by EDWIN MUIR A LIFE'S PARALLELS by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI THE GOAT PATHS by JAMES STEPHENS THE BUBBLE by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM MOVE UPWARD by ALEXANDER ANDERSON |