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Classic and Contemporary Poetry | |||
'Tis human lot to meet and bear The common ills of human life; There's not a breast but hath its share Of bitter pain, and vexing strife. The peasant in his lowly shed; The noble 'neath a gilded dome: Each will at some time bow his head, And ask and hope, " Thy kingdom come!" When some deep sorrow, surely slow, Despoils the cheek, and eats the heart, Laying our busy projects low, And bidding all earth's dreams depart- Do we not smile, and calmly turn From the wide world's tumultuous hum, And feel the immortal essence yearn " Rich with the thought, "Thy kingdom come!" The waves of Care may darkly bound And buffet, till, our strength outworn, We stagger as they gather round; All shattered, weak, and tempest torn: But there's a lighthouse for the soul, That beacons to a stormless home; It safely guides through roughest tides- It shines, it saves! "Thy kingdom come!" To gaze upon the loved in death, To mark the closing, beamless eye, To press dear lips, and find no breath- This, this is life's worst agony! But God, too merciful, too wise, To leave the lorn one in despair; Whispers, while snatching those we prize, "My kingdom come!-Ye'll meet them there!" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE OLD ARM-CHAIR by ELIZA COOK A FOREST THOUGHT by ELIZA COOK A HOME IN THE HEART by ELIZA COOK AFTER A MOTHER'S DEATH by ELIZA COOK |
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