Classic and Contemporary Poetry
RECONCILED, by PHOEBE CARY Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: O years, gone down into the past Last Line: Is lighted by the smile of god! Subject(s): God | ||||||||
O YEARS, gone down into the past; What pleasant memories come to me, Of your untroubled days of peace, And hours almost of ecstasy! Yet would I have no moon stand still Where life's most pleasant valleys lie; Nor wheel the planet of the day Back on his pathway through the sky. For though, when youthful pleasures died, My youth itself went with them, too; To-day, aye! even this very hour, Is the best time I ever knew. Not that my Father gives to me More blessings than in days gone by; Dropping in my uplifted hands All things for which I blindly cry: But that his plans and purposes Have grown to me less strange and dim; And where I cannot understand, I trust the issues unto Him. And, spite of many broken dreams, This have I truly learned to say, -- The prayers I thought unanswered once, Were answered in God's own best way. And though some dearly cherished hopes Perished untimely ere their birth, Yet have I been beloved and blessed Beyond the measure of my worth. And sometimes in my hours of grief, For moments I have come to stand Where in the sorrows on me laid, I felt a loving Father's hand. And I have learned, the weakest ones Are kept securest from life's harms; And that the tender lambs alone Are carried in the Shepherd's arms. And, sitting by the way-side, blind, He is the nearest to the light, Who crieth out most earnestly, "Lord, that I might receive my sight!" O feet, grown weary as ye walk, Where down life's hill my pathway lies, What care I, while my soul can mount, As the young eagle mounts the skies! O eyes, with weeping faded out, What matters it how dim ye be! My inner vision sweeps untired The reaches of eternity! O Death, most dreaded power of all, When the last moment comes, and thou Darkenest the windows of my soul, Through which I look on Nature now; Yea, when mortality dissolves, Shall I not meet thine hour unawed? My house eternal in the heavens Is lighted by the smile of God! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE MOUNTAIN IS STRIPPED by DAVID IGNATOW AS CLOSE AS BREATHING by MARK JARMAN UNHOLY SONNET 1 by MARK JARMAN UNHOLY SONNET 13 by MARK JARMAN BIRTH-DUES by ROBINSON JEFFERS THE SILENT SHEPHERDS by ROBINSON JEFFERS GOING TO THE HORSE FLATS by ROBINSON JEFFERS A LEGEND OF THE NORTHLAND by PHOEBE CARY |
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