MOST sweet and pleasing are thy ways, O God, Like meadows decked with crystal streams and flowers: Thy paths no foot profane hath ever trod, Nor hath the proud man rested in Thy bowers: There lives no vulture, no devouring bear, But only doves and lambs are harboured there. The wolf his young ones to their prey doth guide; The fox his cubs with false deceit endues; The lion's whelp sucks from his dam his pride; In hers the serpent malice doth infuse: The darksome desert all such beasts contains, Not one of them in Paradise remains. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ECHO by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE ON THE MEMORABLE VICTORY OF PAUL JONES by PHILIP FRENEAU YOUR MISSION by ELLEN M. HUNTINGTON GATES THE WISTFUL DAYS by ROBERT UNDERWOOD JOHNSON LYRICS TO IANTHE (2). LAMENT by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR |