How flows thy being now? -- like some glad hymn One strain of solemn rapture? -- doth thine eye Wander through tears of voiceless feeling dim O'er the crowned Alps, that, 'midst the upper sky, Sleep in the sunlight of thine Italy? Or is thy gaze of reverent love profound Unto these dear, parental faces bound, Which, with their silvery hair, so oft glanced by, Haunting thy prison dreams? Where'er thou art, Blessings be shed upon thine inmost heart! Joy, from kind looks, blue skies, and flowery sod, For that pure voice of thoughtful wisdom sent Forth from thy cell, in sweetness eloquent, Of love to man, and quenchless trust in God! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE CLOTE (WATER-LILY) by WILLIAM BARNES WHEN THE GREAT GRAY SHIPS COME IN [AUGUST 20, 1898] by GUY WETMORE CARRYL HOLY CHRISTMAS by GEORGE HERBERT LYRICS AND EPICS by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH UNCROWNED by ALFRED GOLDSWORTHY BAILEY THE KING OF YVETOT by PIERRE JEAN DE BERANGER |