Shepherd! who with thine amorous, sylvan song Hast broken the slumber that encompassed me, Who mad'st Thy crook from the accursed tree, On which Thy powerful arms were stretched so long! Lead me to mercy's ever-flowing fountains: For Thou my Shepherd, guard, and guide shalt be; I will obey Thy voice, and wait to see Thy feet all-beautiful upon the mountains. Hear, Shepherd! Thou who for Thy flock art dying, Oh, wash away these scarlet sins, for Thou Rejoicest at the contrite sinner's vow. Oh wait! to Thee my weary soul is crying, Wait for me! Yet why ask it, when I see, With feet nailed to the cross, Thou'rt waiting still for me! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BREST LEFT BEHIND by JOHN CHIPMAN FARRAR RECESSIONAL (1) by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON FLORAL DECORATIONS FOR BANANAS by WALLACE STEVENS SIX O'CLOCK by TRUMBULL STICKNEY A PARTING SONG by WILLIAM AITKEN |