Dear friend, we guide thee to the altar, To worship there on bended knee; And tho' thy step may never falter, Ye touch our warmest sympathy. Those eyes that once like sapphires burned, In vain they ope, in vain they rise; And yet thine eye of faith is turned To future home beyond the skies. To that calm voice of prayer so clear, The saints in glory seem to bend; The God of mercy, drawing near, A listening ear will kindly lend. As glowing words the arches fill, And richest imagery abounds, The heart and soul with rapture thrill; We seem to hear angelic sounds. Ah, sweep that heavenly chord again! Salvation is the worthy theme; -- Salvation; yes, a Saviour slain, Us, sinful mortals to redeem. Oh, if these lines shall greet thine ear, Alas they cannot meet thine eye! Oh, may you find in them to cheer, To smooth your pathway to the sky. There no dim light shall intervene; Nor tear is there, nor sigh or moan; There you shall see as you are seen; There all shall know as they are known. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LILY, FR. SONGS OF EXPERIENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE TWILIGHT by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW TRAVEL by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON PATROLING BARNEGAT by WALT WHITMAN THE VINE by MUHAMMAD AL-MU'TAMID II THE WOLD WAGGON by WILLIAM BARNES AT CAMDEN by KATHARINE LEE BATES |