O wherefore thus, apart with drooping wings Thou stillest, saddest angel, With hidden face, as if but bitter things Thou hadst, and no evangel Of good tidings? Thou know'st that through our tears Of hasty, selfish weeping, Comes surer sun; and for our petty fears Of loss, thou hast in keeping A greater gain than all of which we dreamed. Thou knowest that in grasping The bright possessions which so precious seemed, We lose them; but, if clasping Thy faithful hand, we tread with steadfast feet The path of thy appointing, There waits for us a treasury of sweet Delight; royal anointing With oil of gladness and of strength! O, things Of Heaven, Christ's evangel Bearing, call us with shining face and poised wings, Thou sweetest, dearest angel! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A FOREIGN RULER by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR THE RABBIT by ELIZABETH MADOX ROBERTS THE POET: A RHAPSODY by MARK AKENSIDE EMERGENCY by WILLIAM ROSE BENET O FOR A SOUL by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT SONGS OF THE SEA CHILDREN: 110 by BLISS CARMAN |