Unconscious Christian thou, seldom do we, Among the many who have taught our race What conduct is; what, manhood's choicest grace, Find one in winsomeness surpassing thee; We catch a pure gleam of sincerity Through shadows deep that lie upon thy face; And in thy mental movements we can trace One freed from fetters of formality. The scentful flowers, perfuming all the air; The human breast that heaves; the eyes that shine (To none of which the works of art compare) Show form to be earth-born; but life, divine: Refreshing as the breeze to burning brow, Or rain to thirsty fields,—ev'n such art thou! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE CAPTAIN; AFTER READING HENLEY'S INVICTUS by DOROTHEA DAY AMERICA: SONNET 2 by SYDNEY THOMPSON DOBELL BOSTON COMMON: 1774 by OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES GO DOWN DEATH; A FUNERAL SERMON by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON MONDAY'S CHILD by MOTHER GOOSE WINTER: MY SECRET by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI |