Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, A SERAPH DESCENDS, by FRANK WILMOT


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A SERAPH DESCENDS, by                     Poet's Biography
First Line: If we do fail in this
Last Line: As I have served your whim.
Alternate Author Name(s): Maurice, Furnley


IF we do fail in this,
Then 'twas not love that failed --
Something hath gone amiss,
Some influence hath assailed,
Some treacherous pretence
Submerged our spirits' bounds
Till we've lost confidence
And bay with stranger hounds.

If you do fail me here
Make things eternal, brief,
There is no earthly tear
Will tell my depth of grief.
My heart lived where the skies
Mould worlds of cloud and flame;
I came down to your eyes,
To your strange town I came.

And if you fail me now,
Misjudge me and misread,
I have nowhere to go
And wander lone indeed.
Our linked souls obey
Commands of differing faith,
So life hath many a way
More difficult than death.

I had no need desire
A smile on Jesus' face,
Had not your eyes afire
Drawn me unto this place;
I had no need compel
Compassionate tears from Him
Had I served God as well
As I have served your whim.





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