When I am exiled from home and from love, Stones underneath and the blackness above, Longing for light and the heart of a friend, Then to my Bethel the angels descend. When through the wilderness panting and worn, Jezebel-hunted, alone and forlorn, Weakly I wander in desperate mood, Then come the angels with strengthening food. When in Gethsemane's sorrow and dread, Through the black waters my spirit is led, When in my anguish I pray for release, Then come the angels and minister peace. Heaven is near me wherever I roam; Christ is the doorway and God is the home; Forth to my misery, darkness, and sin, God sends the angels to welcome me in! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...INSCRIPTION FOR THE ENTRANCE TO A WOOD by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT WAR IS KIND: 23 by STEPHEN CRANE A HYMN [TO THE NAME AND] IN HONOR OF SAINT TERESA by RICHARD CRASHAW ODE TO BEAUTY by RALPH WALDO EMERSON AUSPEX by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL FRAGMENTS INTENDED FOR DEATH'S JEST-BOOK: DAY OF SURPASSING BEAUTY by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES |