Christ of the glowing heart and golden speech, Drawn by the charm divine of Thy sweet soul, The nations tend unto that far-off goal Whereof the sages dream, the prophets preach. We shall not always fail; we yet shall reach Through toil and time that shining tableland To which Thou beckonest with wounded hand. Forevermore Thy goodness doth beseech A warring world to lay its weapons down. So shall we rest and songs of plenty drown The wail of hunger, and our bitter tears, Streaming unstanched through all the dreadful years, And freely flowing still, shall yet be dried, When Thou art King who once wast crucified. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WINTER NIGHT SONG by SARA TEASDALE THE CONVERGENCE OF THE TWAIN; LINES ON LOSS OF THE TITANIC by THOMAS HARDY THE WANDER-LOVERS by RICHARD HOVEY EPITAPH INTENDED FOR SIR ISAAC NEWTON, IN WESTMINSTER ABBEY by ALEXANDER POPE THE RUINES OF TIME by EDMUND SPENSER ACROSS THE STREET by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH |