THE bubbling brook doth leap when I come by, Because my feet find measure with its call; The birds know when the friend they love is nigh, For I am known to them, both great and small. The flower that on the lonely hillside grows Expects me there when spring its bloom has given; And many a tree and bush my wanderings knows, And e'en the clouds and silent stars of heaven; For he who with his Maker walks aright, Shall be their lord as Adam was before; His ear shall catch each sound with new delight, Each object wear the dress that then it wore; And he, as when erect in soul he stood, Hear from his Father's lips that all is good. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HEROD'S LAMENT FOR MARIAMNE by GEORGE GORDON BYRON THE FAMINE YEAR by JANE FRANCESCA WILDE SATIRE: 3. TO SIR FRANCIS BRIAN by THOMAS WYATT WEIGHTS AND MEASURES, BY OUR OWN TOM DALY by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS THE GIRLS' LOT by AGATHIAS SCHOLASTICUS MEMORY'S DOOR by MARY OTTO ASHER A SESTINA, IN IMITAION OF SIG. FRA. PETRARCA by PHILIP AYRES |