Isaiah lx. 15-20. HEAR what God the Lord hath spoken: "O my people, faint and few, Comfortless, afflicted, broken, Fair abodes I build for you. Thorns of heartfelt tribulation Shall no more perplex your ways: You shall name your walls Salvation, And your gates shall all be Praise. "There, like streams that feed the garden, Pleasures without end shall flow; For the Lord, your faith rewarding, All his bounty shall bestow; Still in undisturbed possession Peace and righteousness shall reign; Never shall you feel oppression, Hear the voice of war again. "Ye no more your suns descending, Waning moons no more shall see; But, your griefs for ever ending, Find eternal noon in me: God shall rise, and shining o'er ye, Change to day the gloom of night; He, the Lord, shall be your glory, God your everlasting light." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONNET TO A FRIEND WHO ASKED, HOW I FELT ... MY INFANT TO ME by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE THE FALL; A GREAT FAVORIT BEHEADED by LUIS DE GONGORA PERIMEDES, THE BLACKSMITH: PHILLIS AND CORIDON by ROBERT GREENE ON LIBERTY AND SLAVERY by GEORGE MOSES HORTON TO THE PENDING YEAR by WALT WHITMAN WRITTEN IN BUTLER'S SERMONS by MATTHEW ARNOLD |