Christ of the glowing heart and golden speech, Drawn by the charm divine of Thy sweet soul, The nations tend unto that far-off goal Whereof the sages dream, the prophets preach. We shall not always fail; we yet shall reach Through toil and time that shining tableland To which Thou beckonest with wounded hand. Forevermore Thy goodness doth beseech A warring world to lay its weapons down. So shall we rest and songs of plenty drown The wail of hunger, and our bitter tears, Streaming unstanched through all the dreadful years, And freely flowing still, shall yet be dried, When Thou art King who once wast crucified. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...EPODE: 2. THE PRAISES OF A COUNTRY LIFE by QUINTUS HORATIUS FLACCUS THE PERSIANS (PERSAE): SALAMIS - MESSENGER by AESCHYLUS FRAGMENTS INTENDED FOR DEATH'S JEST-BOOK: A LOFTY MIND by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES AT THE GRAVE OF DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI by H. T. MACKENZIE BELL EPISTLE TO A FRIEND, IN ANSWER TO SOME LINES TO BE CHEERFUL by GEORGE GORDON BYRON |