I. Saint, beyond all in glory who surround The throne above! Thy placid brow no thorn blood-dropping crown'd, No grief came o'er thy love, II. Save what they suffer'd whom the Plague's dull fire Wasted away, Or those whom Heaven at last let worse Desire Sweep with soft swoop away. III. If thou art standing high above the place Where Verban gleams, Where Art and Nature give thee form and space As best beseems, IV. Look down on thy fair country, and most fair The sister isles! Whence gratitude eternal mounts with prayer, Where spring eternal smiles; V. Watch over that brave youth who bears thy name, And bears it well, Unmindful never of the sacred flame With which his temples swell. VI. When praise from thousands breathes beneath thy shrine, And incense steeps Thy calm brow bending over them, for thine Is bent on him who weeps; VII. And, O most holy one! what tears are shed Thro' all thy town! Thou wilt with pity on the brave and dead, God will with wrath, look down. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ASOLANDO: NOW by ROBERT BROWNING TO HIS SON, VINCENT CORBET, ON HIS THIRD BIRTHDAY by RICHARD CORBET THE MAIDEN QUEEN: SONG by JOHN DRYDEN TO SIR GODFREY KNELLER by JOHN DRYDEN THE MORNING-GLORY by MARIA WHITE LOWELL SATIRE: 3. TO SIR FRANCIS BRIAN by THOMAS WYATT THE WORLD'S WAY by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH POEM FOR PICTURE: TO A DRAWING OF A HORSE BY GEORGIO DI CHIRICO by FRANK ANKENBRAND JR. |