ON Judah's hills a weight of darkness hung, Felt shudderingly at noon: the land had driven A Guest Divine back to the gates of heaven -- A life, whence all pure founts of healing sprung, All grace, all truth. And when, to anguish wrung, From the sharp cross th' enlightening spirit fled, O'er the forsaken earth a pall of dread By the great shadow of that death was flung. O Saviour! O Atoner! -- Thou that fain Would'st make thy temple in each human heart, Leave not such darkness in my soul to reign; Ne'er may thy presence from its depths depart, Chased thence by guilt! Oh! turn not @3Thou@1 away, The bright and Morning Star, my guide to perfect day! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO A REPUBLICAN FRIEND, 1848 by MATTHEW ARNOLD AN HORATIAN ODE UPON CROMWELL'S RETURN FROM IRELAND by ANDREW MARVELL ON LAYING THE CORNER-STONE OF THE BUNKER HILL MOMUMENT by JOHN PIERPONT SOUL AND BODY by LASCELLES ABERCROMBIE IN REMEMBRANCE by ADRA CAROLINE BATCHELDER A DISMISSAL by LOUISA SARAH BEVINGTON THE LOVE SONNETS OF PROTEUS: 37. TO ONE WHO WOULD 'REMAIN FRIENDS' by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |