TEARS have done: Our Rising Sun Shall drie you up, & bring His ever-smileing Spring Of purest Joyes, which blest at first Old @3Paradise@1, where they were nurst. What though that Night were long? This gilded Day Wears on his Forehead an eternall Ray. Now JESUS lives, We cannot die Or but to live immortally. In Him w' are rose again Before Death us hath slain. Then sing we on, Tears have done. CHORUS Rise Heart; Thy Lord was early up, arise And sing Him now his Morning-Sacrifice. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...UNTO US A SON IS GIVEN by ALICE MEYNELL ASPECTA MEDUSA by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI ABRAHAM LINCOLN (1) by RICHARD HENRY STODDARD A JEWISH FAMILY; IN A SMALL VALLEY OPPOSITE ST. GOAR by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH ALL THINGS CAN TEMPT ME by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS REUNION IN WAR by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN WIND SONG by LUCIA PEARL BOORNAZIAN |