A gentle calm had brooded through the day, The night is peaceful as a child in sleep, Disquiet and unrest had passed away, While loving stars their ceaseless vigil keep, The silver moon, with mellow light serene, Sits on her high-arched, heavenly throne a queen. Was Sorrow gone? each room I careful scanned, I looked in vain some trace of her to find; When lo! an angel clasped my trembling hand And said, "Rejoice, I bring you peace of mind. Poor suffering heart, look up and humbly pray, There dawns for you a brighter, better day." To souls all tempest-tossed by waves of grief The Master cries, in tender voice, "Be still;" From Sorrow's thrall he sends a sure relief To hearts that bow submissive to his will. O stricken one, He saith, who knowest best, "Come unto me and I will give you rest." "Abide with me!" I plead, "Dear Lord, forgive! Resigned, I do thy will what e'er it be, Forgetting self, my life for others live And win a priceless immortality." That heavenly messenger, the angel Peace, From Grief and Sorrow brought me sweet release. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...EVENTIDE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON HAD I THE CHOICE (AFTER WALT WHITMAN) by GEORGE SANTAYANA FOR LAUREL AND HARDY ON MY WORKROOM WALL by DAVID WAGONER THE MILKMAID'S SONG by SYDNEY THOMPSON DOBELL PALINODE by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH SHADOWS OF RECOLLECTION by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN POLYHYMNIA: SONNET TO LADY FALKLAND UPON HER GOING TO INTO IRELAND by WILLIAM BASSE |