She feels outwearied, as though o'er her head A storm of mighty billows broke and passed. Whose hand upheld her? Who her footsteps led To this green haven of sweet rest at last? What strength was hers, unreckoned and unknown? What love sustained when she was most alone? Unutterably pathetic her desire, To reach, with groping arms outstretched in prayer, Something to cling to, to uplift her higher From this low world of coward fear and care, Above disaster, that her will may be At one with God's, accepting his decree. Though by no reasons she be justified, Yet strangely brave in Evil's very face, She deems this want must needs be satisfied, Though here all slips from out her weak embrace. And in blind ecstasy of perfect faith, With her own dream her prayer she answereth. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...L.E.L.'S LAST QUESTION by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING MODERN LOVE: 30 by GEORGE MEREDITH PARADISE LOST: BOOK 1 by JOHN MILTON AT THE VILLAGE DEPOT by ELIZABETH WILCOX BEASLEY SONGS TO A WOMAN by MAXWELL BODENHEIM THE PATH by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON A VERMONT AUCTIONEER by DANIEL LEAVENS CADY CHAMPLAIN AND LAKE CHAMPLAIN by DANIEL LEAVENS CADY SONG OF PEACE WRITTEN AT THE REQUEST OF LADY AUSTEN by WILLIAM COWPER |