WHAT though the blossom fall and die? The flower is not the root; The sun of love may ripen yet The Master's pleasant fruit. What though by many a sinful fall Thy garments are defiled? A Saviour's blood can cleanse them all; Fear not! thou art His child. Arise! and leaning on His strength, Thy weakness shall be strong; And He will teach thy heart at length A new, perpetual song. Arise! to follow in His track Each holy footprint clear, And on an upward course look back With every brightening year. Arise! and on thy future way His blessing with thee be! His presence be thy staff and stay, Till thou His glory see. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO SIR GODFREY KNELLER by JOHN DRYDEN DOWN THE MISSISSIPPI: 5. THE STEVEDORES by JOHN GOULD FLETCHER TO HELEN (2) by EDGAR ALLAN POE DRAPIER'S HILL by JONATHAN SWIFT COMMENDATORY VERSE FOR THE FAERIE QUEENE by H. B. TO HELEN KELLER by CRAVEN LANGSTROTH BETTS |