THEY have toiled all the night, the long weary night, They have toiled all the night, Lord, and taken nothing: -- The heavens are as brass, and all flesh seems as grass, Death strikes with horror and life with loathing. Walk'st Thou by the waters, the dark silent waters, The fathomless waters that no line can plumb? Art Thou Redeemer, or a mere schemer -- Preaching a kingdom that cannot come? Not a word say'st Thou: no wrath betray'st Thou: Scarcely delay'st Thou their terrors to lull; On the shore standing, mutely commanding, "Let down your nets!" -- And they draws them up, -- full! Jesus, Redeemer, -- only Redeemer! I, a poor dreamer, lay hold upon Thee: Thy will pursuing, though no end viewing, But simply doing as Thou biddest me. Though Thee I see not, -- either light be not, Or Thou wilt free not the scales from mine eyes, I ne'er gainsay Thee, but only obey Thee; Obedience is better than sacrifice. Though on my prison gleams no open vision, Walking Elysian by Galilee's tide, Unseen, I feel Thee, and death will reveal Thee: I shall wake in Thy likeness, satisfied. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FROM FRANCE by ISAAC ROSENBERG AUTUMN WOODS by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT MY LOVE by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL THE AEOLIAN HARP; AT THE SURF INN by HERMAN MELVILLE COME HOME by WILLIAM HERVEY ALLEN JR. IN AN OLD CEMETERY by LILLAH A. ASHLEY THE FIRST AIR-RAID WARNING by EVELYN D. BANGAY |