WHEN the Bridegroom comes with a surging sound, And the wheels of His saints are as wind on the sands; When the hills and the valleys break forth and sing, And the trees are clapping their hands: When the ships of Tarshish are safely moored, And our sons and our daughters come from afar— When Sharon's shepherds are folding flocks, And the myrtle displays her star: When the warriors ride on their horses white, And the foremost is called "the Faithful and True"— Will He chide if, ere I embrace His feet, I run and catch hands with you? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A LITANY OF ATLANTA by WILLIAM EDWARD BURGHARDT DU BOIS SIGNS OF THE TIMES by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR THE LAKE (VERSION 2) by EDGAR ALLAN POE PARAPHRASE ON THOMAS A KEMPIS by ALEXANDER POPE ELEGIAC SONNET: 2. WRITTEN AT THE CLOSE OF SPRING by CHARLOTTE SMITH |