Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE JOY IN SORROW, by CHAUNCEY HARE TOWNSHEND First Line: Give me thy joy in sorrow, gracious lord Last Line: That I may feel no touches save of thee. Subject(s): Grief; Sorrow; Sadness | ||||||||
GIVE me thy joy in sorrow, gracious Lord, And sorrow's self shall like to joy appear! Although the world should waver in its sphere I tremble not if Thou thy peace afford; But, Thou withdrawn, I am but as a chord That vibrates to the pulse of hope and fear: Nor rest I more than harps which to the air Must answer when we place their tuneful board Against the blast, which thrill unmeaning woe Even in their sweetness. So no earthly wing E'er sweeps me but to sadden. Oh, place Thou My heart beyond the world's sad vibrating -- And where but in Thyself? Oh, circle me That I may feel no touches save of Thee. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONOMA FIRE by JANE HIRSHFIELD AS THE SPARKS FLY UPWARDS by JOHN HOLLANDER WHAT GREAT GRIEF HAS MADE THE EMPRESS MUTE by JUNE JORDAN CHAMBER MUSIC: 19 by JAMES JOYCE DIRGE AT THE END OF THE WOODS by LEONIE ADAMS THE BLACK RUNNER by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON |
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