WE raise, O Lord, the massy pile Wherein to render homage meet; Carved altar-piece and marbled aisle We lay as tributes at Thy feet. Do Thou, O Lord, Who gavest each A temple sacred and apart, Down from Thy Heaven in mercy reach And fill with peace each troubled heart. We set, O Lord, the sacred pane All storied with Thy servants' lives, Who wrought in far off days Thy fane To strike from prisoned souls their gyves. Their hope is ours, our needs the same, Dark passions sway this busy mart; O write in glowing lines Thy name Upon the tablets of each heart. Life's little river narrows fast, And twilight merges into dark; The soundless ocean, chill and vast, Receives each life-tossed, weary bark. O Thou, Who left the starry skies To bear for us the cross's smart, Be with us till the Dawn shall rise And peace eternal fill the heart. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BIRDS DO THUS by ROBERT FROST A TERRE (BEING THE PHILOSOPHY OF MANY SOLDIERS) by WILFRED OWEN SCHOOL AND SCHOOLFELLOWS; FLOREAT ETONA by WINTHROP MACKWORTH PRAED OUR WEAKNESS by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS THE COLLEGE, 1917 by HAMILTON FISH ARMSTRONG BEAUTIFUL LADY by SHEILA BARBOUR NATALIA'S RESURRECTION: 20 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |