I ASKED the angels in my prayer, With bitter tears and pains, To show mine eyes the kingdom where The Lord of glory reigns. I said, My way with doubt is dim, My heart is sick with fear; Oh come, and help me build to Him A tabernacle here! The storms of sorrow wildly beat, The clouds with death are chill; I long to hear his voice so sweet, Who whispered, "Peace; be still!" The angels said, God giveth you His love, -- what more is ours? And even as the gentle dew Descends upon the flowers, His grace descends; and, as of old, He walks with man apart, Keeping the promise as foretold, With all the pure in heart. Thou needst not ask the angels where His habitations be; Keep thou thy spirit clean and fair, And He shall dwell with thee. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A CORN SONG by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR HASTE NOT! REST NOT! by JOHANN WOLFGANG VON GOETHE THE VISION OF SPRING, 1916 by HENRY HOWARTH BASHFORD THE NEW MOON by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN THE MAN WHO RODE TO CONEMAUGH by JOHN ELIOT BOWEN EARTH TO EARTH by KATHERINE HARRIS BRADLEY |