Grandly isolate as the god of day— Blazing an orbit through the dank and gloom Of misty morning, far and fair you loom, Flooding the dimness with your golden ray,— Cheering the mantled on the thorn-set way, Teaching of Faith and Hope o'er the tomb, Where both, though buried, spring to newer bloom— Strengthened and sweet from the mound of decay. Soft! strains of Sanctus we lift on the air, Ere Nunc Dimittus at last shall be sung, Sing we our Sanctus to fitly declare Blessings that well up from hearts sorely wrung. Lead, lead us on o'er the furthermost stair— Light of our impotence! Joy of our tongue! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...GASCOIGNE'S GOOD MORROW by GEORGE GASCOIGNE A SHROPSHIRE LAD: 63 by ALFRED EDWARD HOUSMAN THE LARK ASCENDING by GEORGE MEREDITH THE MEN BEHIND THE GUNS by JOHN JEROME ROONEY SONNETS OF MANHOOD: 39. NOT CHRIST, BUT CHRIST'S GOD by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) |