O HERALD whisper falling Upon the passing night, Mysteriously calling The children of the light! He cometh: oh, He cometh! Our own beloved Lord! This blessed hope up-summeth Our undeserved reward. He cometh! though the hour Nor earth nor heaven may know, Sure is the word of power, "He cometh!" Even so! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE PINES AND THE SEA by CHRISTOPHER PEARSE CRANCH MY BIRD by EMILY CHUBBUCK JUDSON THE COURTSHIP OF THE YONGHY-BONGHY-BO by EDWARD LEAR THE MEANING OF PRAYER by JAMES MONTGOMERY FALSE FRIEND by GHALIB IBN RIBAH AL-HAJJAM |