Howe good, and how beseeming well it is that wee whoe brethren be as brethren should, in Concord dwell. Like that deere oile that Aron beares which fleeting downe to foote, from Crowne embalmes his bearde and robe he weares: Or like the teares the morne doth shedd which lie on ground empearled round on Sion, or on Hermons head. For join'd therewith, the Lord doth give such grace, such blisse That where it is men maie for ever blessed live. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THREE GRAINS OF CORN; THE IRISH FAMINE by AMELIA BLANDFORD EDWARDS HOW WE BEAT THE FAVOURITE by ADAM LINDSAY GORDON FOUR PRELUDES ON PLAYTHINGS OF THE WIND by CARL SANDBURG THE RAZOR-SELLER by JOHN WOLCOTT NATALIA'S RESURRECTION: 20 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |