OH, pilgrim, halting on the rock-strewn sod To thee this Bethel vision still appears! The golden ladder of the love of God Shines on the weary eyes, all wet with tears. He leads thee on by ways thou hast not known, He bids thee rest in desert stillness deep, He gives thee pillows of the barren stone; And lo! His angels dawn upon thy sleep. He shows thee how Eternal Love unites Thy sin-marred earth with His own sphere of bliss And sends His bright ones from their radiant heights, Laden; with blessings from that world to this. Thy solitude is no darkness unto Him, The solitudes are peopled with His host Close the dim eye, and rest the wayworn limb— The Lord is near when thou dost need Him most. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BEN KARSHOOK'S WISDOM by ROBERT BROWNING BIRTHDAY OF DANIEL WEBSTER by OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES AFTER THE BURIAL by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL TWO RED ROSES ACROSS THE MOON by WILLIAM MORRIS (1834-1896) A SOLDIER'S GRAVE by JOHN ALBEE TO MRS W. ON HER EXCELLENT VERSES WRITTEN IN A FIT OF SICKNESS by APHRA BEHN |