RIPE, fully ripe, then came the reaper Death, With sickle keen, with cold and withering breath, And reaped the shock. The watchful angels near With songs of joy to heaven's high garner bear The golden grain—given to sepulchral earth, The worn remains await a second birth. Gone from our midst, last of the reverend band That wont of old in Monkland church to stand, To break the bread and pour the sacred wine, Blest symbols of the sacrifice divine, With "thoughts that breathed, and words that burned," to move The eye to tears—the heart to melt in love. 'Tis sixty years since, in the open air, I heard him first the word of life declare. Amongst the graves, upon the grassy mounds, We sat, and raised with heart and voice the sounds Of sacred psalmody, while wood and plain Rung answering echoes to the solemn strain. Then with what unction, with what power and zeal, Rich gospel-balm sin-wounded souls to heal, "The old man eloquent, with heart and tongue," Would pour, while we upon his accents hung! "Truth from his lips prevailed with double sway" When calling souls to turn, repent, and pray. Thus saith the Lord—O faithful and beloved! Well have the talents given thee been improved— Well done, thou good and faithful servant, come, My love, my joys are thine, and "Heaven thy home." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO PRIMROSES FILLED WITH MORNING DEW by ROBERT HERRICK HEAVEN-HAVEN; A NUN TAKES THE VEIL by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS AT A VACATION EXERCISE IN THE COLLEGE by JOHN MILTON SING-SONG; A NURSERY RHYME BOOK: 90 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI SONNET: AT STRATFORD-UPON-AVON by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH TWO SONNETS FROM NEW YORK: TOWERS by ADELAIDE NICHOLS BAKER THE METAMORPHOSIS OF THE WALNUT-TREE OF BOARSTELL: CANTO 2 by WILLIAM BASSE |