CHEER up, desponding soul; Thy longing, pleas'd, I see; 'Tis part of that great whole, Wherewith I long'd for thee. Wherewith I long'd for thee, And left my Father's throne; From death to set thee free, To claim thee for my own. To claim thee for my own, I suffer'd on the cross: Oh! were my love but known, No soul could fear its loss. No soul could fear its loss, But, fill'd with love divine, Would @3die@1 on its @3own@1 cross, And @3rise@1 for ever @3mine.@1 | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE CONQUEROR'S GRAVE by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT THE MESSAGE, FR. THE FAIR MAID OF THE EXCHANGE by THOMAS HEYWOOD NEW ENGLAND'S DEAD! by ISAAC MCLELLAN JR. ADMONITION [TO A TRAVELLER] by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH HEINE'S GRAVE by MATTHEW ARNOLD BALLADE OF MYSELF AND MONSIEUR RABELAIS by LEONARD BACON (1887-1954) |