I saw the spot where our first parents dwelt; And yet it wore to me no face of change, For while amid its fields and groves I felt As if I had not sinned, nor thought it strange; My eye seemed but a part of every sight, My ear heard music in each sound that rose, Each sense forever found a new delight, Such as the spirit's vision only knows; Each act some new and ever-varying joy Did by my Father's love for me prepare; To dress the spot my ever fresh employ, And in the glorious whole with Him to share; No more without the flaming gate to stray, No more for sin's dark stain the debt of death to pay. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO FLUSH, MY DOG by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING ON THE EMIGRATION TO AMERICA AND PEOPLING WESTERN COUNTRY by PHILIP FRENEAU THE IRISH MOTHER'S LAMENT by CECIL FRANCES ALEXANDER THE UNKNOWN SHEPHERD'S COMPLAINT by RICHARD BARNFIELD ON THE LIGHTHOUSE AT ANTIBES by MATHILDE BLIND A NEW PILGRIMAGE: 30 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |