I THIRST, but not as once I did, The vain delights of earth to share; Thy wounds, Emmanuel, all forbid That I should seek my pleasures there. It was the sight of thy dear cross First weaned my soul from earthly things; And taught me to esteem as dross The mirth of fools and pomp of kings. I want that grace that springs from thee, That quickens all things where it flows, And makes a wretched thorn like me Bloom as the myrtle, or the rose. Dear fountain of delight unknown! No longer sink below the brim; But overflow, and pour me down A living and life-giving stream; For sure of all the plants that share The notice of thy Father's eye, None proves less grateful to his care, Or yields him meaner fruit than I. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CURIOSITY by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR EDEN BOWER by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI A RECIPE FOR SALAD by SYDNEY SMITH SONG: 5 by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD SONNETS OF MANHOOD: 5. ETERNAL by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) BIRDS OF PASSAGE: PRELUDE by MATHILDE BLIND THE SONG OF WILLI by MATHILDE BLIND |