WHEN some Beloveds, 'neath whose eyelids lay The sweet lights of my childhood, one by one Did leave me dark before the natural sun, And I astonied fell and could not pray, -- A thought within me to myself did say, 'Is God less God, that thou art left undone? Rise, worship, bless Him, in this sackcloth spun, As in that purple!' -- But I answered Nay! What child his filial heart in words can loose If he behold his tender father raise The hand that chastens sorely? can he choose But sob in silence with an upward gaze? -- And my great Father, thinking fit to bruise, Discerns in speechless tears both prayer and praise. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BALLAD OF HUMAN LIFE by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES SCINTILLA by WILLIAM STANLEY BRAITHWAITE HYMN TO GOD MY GOD, IN MY SICKNESS by JOHN DONNE JEANIE MORRISON by WILLIAM MOTHERWELL ARAB LOVE SONG by FRANCIS THOMPSON AUTUMN WOODS by ANNA M. ACKERMANN ODES: BOOK 1: ODE 11. ON LOVE - TO A FRIEND by MARK AKENSIDE NELL COOK; A LEGEND OF THE 'DARK ENTRY': THE KING'S SCHOLAR'S STORY by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM |