Farewell you everlasting hills! I'm cast Here under clouds, where storms and tempests blast This sullied flower Robbed of your calm, nor can I ever make Transplanted thus, one leaf of his t'awake, But ev'ry hour He sleeps and droops, and in this drowsy state Leaves me a slave to passions, and my fate; Besides I've lost A train of lights, which in those sunshine days Were my sure guides, and only with me stays (Unto my cost) One sullen beam, whose charge is to dispense More punishment, than knowledge to my sense; Two thousand years I sojourned thus; at last Jeshurun's king Those famous tables did from Sinai bring; These swelled my fears, Guilts, trespasses, and all this inward awe, For sin took strength, and vigour from the Law. Yet have I found A plenteous way (thanks to that holy one!) To cancel all that e'er was writ in stone, His saving wound Wept blood, that broke this adamant, and gave To sinners confidence, life to the grave; This makes me span My father's journeys, and in one fair step O'er all their pilgrimage and labours leap, For God (made man) Reduced th' extent of works of works of faith; so made Of their @3Red Sea@1, a @3Spring@3, I wash, they wade. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CALDWELL OF SPRINGFIELD [JUNE 23, 1780] by FRANCIS BRET HARTE IDYLLS OF THE KING: MERLIN AND VIVIEN by ALFRED TENNYSON HE REMEMBERS FORGOTTEN BEAUTY by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS A CHARACTER by CHARLOTTE FISKE BATES THE DESCENT OF TIMOTHY by JAMES HAY BEATTIE |