IF Earth hath aught that speaks to us of Heaven, 'Tis when, within some lone and leafy dell, Solemn and slow we list the Sabbath bell, On Music's wings, thro' the clear ether driven:— Say not the sounds aloud—" O men, 'twere well Hither to come; walk not in sins unshriven; Haste to this temple; tidings ye shall hear, Ye who are sorrowful and sick in soul, Your doubts to chase, your downcastness to cheer, To bind affliction's wounds, and make you whole: Hither—come hither; though, with Tyrian dye, Guilt hath polluted you, yet, white as snow, Cleansed by the streams that from this altar flow, Home ye shall pass to meet your Maker's eye?" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ONLY OF THEE AND ME by LOUIS UNTERMEYER THE DEIL'S AWA WI' TH' EXCISEMAN by ROBERT BURNS KU KLUX by MADISON JULIUS CAWEIN THE SCRUTINY; SONG by RICHARD LOVELACE VALENTINES TO MY MOTHER: 1883 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI |