Wide fields of corn along the valleys spread; The rain and dews mature the swelling vine; I see the Lord in multiplying bread; I see him turning water into wine; I see him working all the works divine He wrought when Salemward his steps were led; The selfsame miracles around him shine; He feeds the famished; he revives the dead; He pours the flood of light on darkened eyes; He chases tears, diseases, fiends away; His throne is raised upon these orient skies; His footstool is the pave whereon we pray. Ah, tell me not of Christ in Paradise, For he is all around us here today. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MY LAST DUCHESS; FERRRA by ROBERT BROWNING A THOUGHT by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES CANADA by CHARLES GEORGE DOUGLAS ROBERTS PRAYER OF AN UNEMPLOYED MAN by W. C. ACKERLY READING LESSON by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD EPITAPH by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES TO SIMPLICITY by MATILDA BARBARA BETHAM-EDWARDS A HOP AT SARATOGA by LEVI BISHOP ANOTHER JOURNEY FROM BETHUNE TO CUINCHY by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN |