WHEN the loveliest flowers are waking, Whispering thoughts of silent joy, And the lark, his nest forsaking, Carols in the beaming sky; When her mantle Beauty flings Over Nature's gladsome things: Yet the soul it doth not fill, Something seeks it fairer still. When the crystal streams are glancing From the Fount of Poesy, Mingling with the all-entrancing Sweetness of calm melody: When the spirit, thirsting long, Feels the wondrous power of song, Yet it yearns for something more, Something which may be in store. When the heart is warmly glowing Toward the dearest ones around, And with joyous love o'erflowing, Fancies happiness is found, Softly hushing noisy mirth, Finds the purest joy of earth; Even then it must aspire, Ever seeking something higher. When the weary spirit turneth From the dark low earth away, And with contrite sorrow mourneth Till the shadows flee away; When the soul on Jesus' breast Sinks in lowly peaceful rest,— Then its yearnings all are stilled, And with perfect bliss 'tis filled. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ROUEN; 26 APRIL - 25 MAY 1915 by MAY WEDDERBURN CANNAN RESOLUTION OF A POETICAL QUESTION CONCERNING FOUR RURAL SISTERS: 2 by CHARLES COTTON A PRAYER by EDWARD ROWLAND SILL EXPECTATION by GLADYS BRIERLY ASHOUR SS. SIMON & JUDE by JOSEPH BEAUMONT PSALM 4. CUM INVOCAREM by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE ON THE BIRTHDAY OF WASHINGTON by JOHN GARDINER CALKINS BRAINARD |