SEEK the Lord, and in His ways persever! O faint not, but as eagles fly, For His steep hill is high! Then striving gain the top and triumph ever! When with glory there thy brows are crowned, New joys so shall abound in thee, Such sights thy soul shall see, That worldly thoughts shall by their beams be drowned. Farewell, World, thou mass of mere confusion! False light, with many shadows dimmed! Old witch, with new foils trimmed! Thou deadly sleep of soul, and charmed illusion! I the King will seek, of Kings adored; Spring of light; tree of grace and bliss, Whose fruit so sovereign is That all who taste it are from death restored. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON A FORSAKEN LARK'S NEST by MATHILDE BLIND FISHING by MAXWELL STRUTHERS BURT THE MUTINY YEAR by PATRICK REGINALD CHALMERS PRICELESS GIFTS by OLIVE MAY COOK ON THE EXCELLENT POEMS OF MY MOST WORTHY FRIEND, MR. THOMAS FLATMAN by CHARLES COTTON |