THE mountain-stream may humbly boast For her the loud waves call; The hamlet feeds the nation's host, The home-farm feeds the hall; And unto earth heaven's Lord doth lend The right, of high import, The gladsome privilege to send New courtiers to Love's court. Not strange to thee, O lady dear, Life in that palace fair, For thou while waiting with us here Didst just as they do there! Thy heart still open to receive, Open thy hand to give, God had thee graced with more than leave In heavenly state to live! And though thou art gone up so high Thou art not gone so far But that thy love to us comes nigh, As starlight from a star. And ours must reach where'er thou art, In far or near abode, For God is of all love the heart, And we are all in God. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...GOD'S YOUTH by LOUIS UNTERMEYER A VALEDICTION: OF MY NAME IN THE WINDOW by JOHN DONNE THE SHEPHERD OF KING ADMETUS by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL THE TRAGEDY by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH THE END by BYRON HAVERLY BLACKFORD RESIGNATION by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE |