Up to those bright and gladsome hills Whence flows my weal and mirth, I look and sigh for him, who fills (Unseen) both heaven and earth. He is alone my help and hope, That I shall not be moved, His watchful eye is ever ope, And guardeth his beloved; The glorious God is my sole stay, He is my sun and shade, The cold by night, the heat by day, Neither shall me invade. He keeps me from the spite of foes, Doth all their plots control, And is a shield (not reckoning those) Unto my very soul. Whether abroad, amidst the crowd, Or else within my door, He is my pillar and my cloud, Now, and for evermore. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE MAIDEN CITY by CHARLOTTE ELIZABETH TONNA THE VAICES THAT BE GONE by WILLIAM BARNES GOUGAUNE BARRA by JEREMIAH JOSEPH CALLANAN OBSERVATIONS IN THE ART OF ENGLISH POESY: 15. TROCHAIC VERSE: THE ELEVENTH EPIGRAM by THOMAS CAMPION SIDNEY'S ASTROPHEL AND STELLA: CANTO QUINTO. CONTENT by THOMAS CAMPION |