WHEN Jesus' friend had ceased to be, Still Jesus' heart its friendship kept -- 'Where have ye laid him?' -- 'Come and see!' But ere his eyes could see, they wept. Lord! not in sepulchres alone Corruption's worm is rank and free: The shroud of death our bosoms own -- The shades of sorrow! Come and see! Come, Lord! God's image cannot shine Where sin's funereal darkness lowers -- Come! Turn those weeping eyes of thine Upon these sinning souls of ours! And let those eyes with shepherd care Their moving watch above us keep; Till love the strength of sorrow wear, And, as Thou weepedst, we may weep! For surely we may weep to know, So dark and deep our spirits' stain; That, had thy blood refused to flow Thy very tears had flowed in vain. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...JONAH'S SONG, FR. MOBY DICK by HERMAN MELVILLE VALENTINES TO MY MOTHER: 1877 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI THE HOUSE OF LIFE: 70. THE HILL-SUMMIT by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI CHILDREN OF THE NIGHT by AMELIA JOSEPHINE BURR SHELTER by CHARLES STUART CALVERLEY TO THE MOST PRINCELY AND VERTUOUS THE LADY ELIZABETH by THOMAS CAMPION |