Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE BIBLE, by PHOEBE PALMER First Line: Blessed bible! How I love it! Last Line: Sweeter still thy truths shall be! Subject(s): Bible; Books; Jews; Religion; Reading; Judaism; Theology | ||||||||
BLESSED Bible! how I love it! How it doth my bosom cheer! What hath earth like this to cover? O, what stores of wealth are here! Man was lost and doomed to sorrow; Not one ray of light or bliss Could he from earth's treasures borrow, 'Till his way was cheered by this? Yes, I'll to my bosom press thee, Precious Word, I'll hide thee here; Sure my very heart will bless thee, For thou ever sayest "good cheer": Speak, my heart, and tell thy ponderings, Tell how far thy rovings led, When This Book brought back thy wanderings, Speaking life as from the dead. Yes, sweet Bible! I will hide thee Deep, yes, deeper in this heart; Thou, through all my life will guide me, And in death? we will not part. Part in death? No! never! never! Through death's vale I'll lean on thee; Then, in worlds above, for ever, Sweeter still thy truths shall be! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MYSTIC BOUNCE by TERRANCE HAYES MATHEMATICS CONSIDERED AS A VICE by ANTHONY HECHT UNHOLY SONNET 11 by MARK JARMAN SHINE, PERISHING REPUBLIC by ROBINSON JEFFERS THE COMING OF THE PLAGUE by WELDON KEES A LITHUANIAN ELEGY by ROBERT KELLY LOVE by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE |
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