CHILD, amidst the flowers at play, While the red light fades away; Mother, with thine earnest eye, Ever following silently; Father, by the breeze of eve Called thy harvest-work to leave -- Pray: ere yet the dark hours be, Lift the heart and bend the knee! Traveller, in the stranger's land, Far from thine own household band; Mourner, haunted by the tone Of a voice from this world gone; Captive, in whose narrow cell Sunshine hath not leave to dwell; Sailor on the darkening sea -- Lift the heart and bend the knee! Warrior, that from battle won Breathest now at set of sun; Woman, o'er the lowly slain Weeping on his burial-plain; Ye that triumph, ye that sigh, Kindred by one holy tie, Heaven's first star alike ye see -- Lift the heart and bend the knee! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LAST LOOK O' HAME by HEW AINSLIE PSALME 137 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE JERUSALEM; THE EMANATION OF THE GIANT ALBION: CHAPTER 1 by WILLIAM BLAKE THIRD YPRES by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN |