Classic and Contemporary Poetry
REST, by ANONYMOUS First Line: "love, give me one of thy dear hands to hold" Last Line: "our blessed home, our little ark of rest" Subject(s): Memory;rest | ||||||||
LOVE, give me one of thy dear hands to hold, Take thou my tired head upon thy breast, Then sing me that sweet song we loved of old, The dear, soft song about our little nest. We knew the song before the nest was ours; We sang the song when first the nest we found; We loved the song in happy after-hours When peace came to us and content profound Then sing that olden song to me to-night, While I, reclining on thy faithful breast, See happy visions in the frail firelight, And my whole soul is satisfied with rest. Better than all our bygone dreams of bliss Are deep content and rest secure as this. What though we missed love's golden summer-time, His autumn fruits were ripe when we had leave To enter joy's wide vineyard in our prime, Good guerdon for our waiting to receive. Love gave us no frail pledge of summer flowers, But side by side we reaped the harvest field; Now side by side we pass the winter hours, And day by day new blessings are revealed. The heyday of our youth, its roseate glow, Its high desires and cravings manifold, The raptures and delights of long ago, Have passed; but we have truer joys to hold. Sing me the dear old song about the nest, Our blessed home, our little ark of rest. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DE LITTLE PICKANINNY'S GONE TO SLEEP by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON MOTHER NIGHT by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON BOY'S SLEEP by NAOMI SHIHAB NYE HOW FAR IS IT TO THE LAND WE LEFT? by NAOMI SHIHAB NYE IT'S NOT COLD HERE by ELEANOR WILNER SUPPLICATION by JOSEPH SEAMON COTTER JR. HASTE NOT! REST NOT! by JOHANN WOLFGANG VON GOETHE TIS A LITTLE JOURNEY by ANONYMOUS |
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