Classic and Contemporary Poetry
HE LEADETH ME, by EFFIE WALLER SMITH Poet's Biography First Line: When cloudless and sunlit skies o'erspread Last Line: "I say: ""dear father, lead me on." Subject(s): Asia; Mythology - Classical; Orpheus; Far East; East Asia; Orient | ||||||||
When cloudless and sunlit skies o'erspread Their azure robes above my head, When 'bout my pathway flowers grow Richer than the Orient's blooms, Than the Orient's sweet perfumes: 'Tis pleasant then His will to know. When winds are still and when the air Is filled with music sweet and rare, Far sweeter than the sirens knew Far sweeter strains than ever came From Orpheus' harp wild beasts to tame: 'Tis pleasant then His will to do. But, oh, when dark and threat'ning clouds My once fair sunlit sky enshrouds, And when bright flowers I do not see, When winds like maddened billows roar, When music charms my ears no more, -- You ask how it's then with me? How is it then my pathway's strewn With sharpened stone and prickly thorn, Darkness about me, daylight gone? It all I cannot understand, But with my hand in His own hand I say: "Dear Father, lead me on." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE DIATRIBE OF THE KITE; FOR KHENPO KARTHAR RINPOCHE by NORMAN DUBIE GUNS AS KEYS: AND THE GREAT GATE SWINGS by AMY LOWELL ASIAN BIRDS by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES MAHMOUD by JAMES HENRY LEIGH HUNT THE NOBLEMAN AND THE PENSIONER by GOTTLIEB KONRAD PFEFFEL THE LEPER (2) by NATHANIEL PARKER WILLIS A GOOD-BYE by EFFIE WALLER SMITH |
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