Come, says Jesus' sacred voice, Come, and make My paths your choice; I will guide you to your home; Weary pilgrim, hither come! Thou who, houseless, sole, forlorn, Long hast borne the proud world's scorn, Long hast roamed this barren waste, Weary pilgrim, hither haste! Ye who, tossed on beds of pain, Seek for ease, but seek in vain; Ye whose swollen and sleepless eyes Long to see the morning rise; Ye, by fiercer anguish torn, In strong remorse for guilt who mourn, Here repose your heavy care: A wounded spirit who can bear? Sinner, come! for here is found Balm that flows for every wound, Peace that ever shall endure, Rest, eternal, sacred, sure. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ISAIAH, JEREMIAH, EXEKIEL, DANIEL by MARIANNE MOORE BUCOLIC COMEDY: FOX TROT by EDITH SITWELL THE BALLAD WHICH ANNE ASKEW MADE AND SANG WHEN SHE WAS IN NEWGATE by ANNE ASKEWE A VIEW ACROSS THE ROMAN CAMPAGNA by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING THADDEUS STEVENS by PHOEBE CARY TWO SONGS: 2 by CECIL DAY LEWIS THE BALLAD OF PROSE AND RHYME by HENRY AUSTIN DOBSON |