ONE grief, one faith, O sisters of the dead! Was in your bosoms -- thou, whose steps, made fleet By keen hope fluttering in the heart which bled, Bore thee, as wings, the Lord of Life to greet; And thou, that duteous in thy still retreat Didst wait his summons, then with reverent love Fall weeping at the bless'd Deliverer's feet, Whom e'en to heavenly tears thy woe could move. And which to @3Him@1, the All-seeing and All-just, Was loveliest -- that quick zeal, or lowly trust? Oh! question not, and let no law be given To those unveilings of its deepest shrine, By the wrung spirit made in outward sign: Free service from the heart is all in all to heaven. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SUICIDE IN THE TRENCHES by SIEGFRIED SASSOON THE PLOUGHMAN by GORDON BOTTOMLEY SONNETS FROM THE PORTUGUESE: 2 by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING EPITAPH ON THE LADY MARY VILLIERS [OR VILLERS] (3) by THOMAS CAREW TO A PRIMROSE by EDNA S. CODDINGTON REGINA MENDOSENA by NATHALIA CRANE FOR WHAT I BLESS THEE by MIRIAM DEL BANCO PROLOGUE TO 'RONDEAUS OF THE GREAT WAR AND OTHER POEMS' by HENRY AUSTIN DOBSON EVERMORE THOU ART VOICE OF MY HEART by OLIVER MURRAY EDWARDS |