There is nought for thee by thy haste to gain; 'Tis not the swift with Me that win the race; Through long endurance of delaying pain, Thine opened eye shall see thy Father's face; Nor here nor there, where now thy feet would turn, Thou wilt find Him who ever seeks for thee; But let obedience quench desires that burn, And where thou art, thy Father too will be! Behold! as day by day the spirit grows, Thou see'st by inward light things hid before; Till what God is, thyself, his image, shows; And thou dost wear the robe that first thou wore, When bright with radiance from his forming hand, He saw thee Lord of all his creatures stand. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A GAGE D'AMOUR by HENRY AUSTIN DOBSON MY LOVE by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL MOTHER TO SON by IRENE RUTHERFORD MCLEOD LOOKING FORWARD by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON IDYLLS OF THE KING: GUINEVERE by ALFRED TENNYSON IN BATTLE by ABUL HASAN OF BADAJOZ THE KNIGHT AND THE LADY; DOMESTIC LEGEND OF THE REIGN OF QUEEN ANNE by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM |