OF heavenly stature, but most human smile, Gyved with our faults he stands, Truth's white and Love's red roses tendering us, Whose thorns are in his hands. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FOREFATHERS by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN THE NIGHT [NICHT] IS NEAR [NIGH] GONE by ALEXANDER MONTGOMERIE ELOISA TO ABELARD by ALEXANDER POPE WORKING GIRLS by CARL SANDBURG AFTER YEARS by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS MERCURY; ON LOSING MY POCKET MILTON AT LUSS NEAR BEN LOMOND by ROBERT ANDREWS SONNET ON LIFE by BROOKE BOOTHBY THE LAST CRUSADER by EDWARD GEORGE EARLE LYTTON BULWER-LYTTON |