Rise, glorious Conqueror! rise Into Thy native skies-- Assume Thy right; And where, in many a fold, The clouds are backward rolled, Pass through those gates of gold, And reign in light! Victor o'er death and hell, Cherubic legions swell The radiant train; Praises all heaven inspire; Each angel sweeps his lyre, And waves his wings of fire-- Thou Lamb once slain! Saviour triumphant, hail! And let Thy name prevail From age to age: Lord of the rolling years, Claim for Thine own the spheres; For Thou hast bought with tears Thy heritage. Yet who are these behind, In numbers more than mind Can count or say, Clothed in immortal stoles, Illumining the poles, A galaxy of souls In white array? And then was heard afar Star answering to star: "Lo! these have come-- Followers of Him who gave His life their lives to save; And now their palms they wave, Brought safely home." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...OLNEY HYMNS: 1. WALKING WITH GOD by WILLIAM COWPER CHARLESTON by PAUL HAMILTON HAYNE TO HIS MISTRESS by ROBERT HERRICK THE PLOUGHMAN by OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES VAQUERO by CINCINNATUS HEINE MILLER THE SOFTNESS OF SYBARIS by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS A COWBOY'S HOPELESS LOVE by JAMES BARTON ADAMS SONNET: LOVE'S HEIGHT by LOUISA SARAH BEVINGTON THE LOVE SONNETS OF PROTEUS: 67. THE THREE AGES OF WOMAN: 2 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |