SWEET blue-eyed Charity, devout and calm, Hath been the dear companion of his days, How hath he hearken'd to her prayerful lays, Sad-voic'd and plaintive as an angel's psalm! She pointed and he hasten'd where the palm Sighs faintly in the pitiless Syrian rays, Where men sank gasping on the lone highways And cried aloud for succor and for balm. The sick he heal'd, the fallen rais'd he up; Light track'd his footsteps through the darksome land— And sav'd, men wept and bless'd him in their tears. Come, friends, lift we on high the loving cup And hail with greetings from our distant strand This hero crested with his hundred years! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE CLOTE (WATER-LILY) by WILLIAM BARNES THE COLORED BAND by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR DIBDIN'S GHOST by EUGENE FIELD LET THE LIGHT ENTER (THE DYING WORDS OF GOETHE) by FRANCES ELLEN WATKINS HARPER TALES OF A WAYSIDE INN: THE SECOND DAY: LADY WENTWORTH by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW AN EVENING PRAYER by C. MAUDE BATTERSBY PSALM 22. DEUS DEUS MEUS by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE |