SOOTHER of life, physician of all ail, Thou, more than reputation, wealth, or power, In the soul's garden the most glorious flower, Earth's link to Heaven, Religion thee I hail! Than Luxury's domes, where thou art oft forgot, Life's aim and object quite misunderstood, With thee how far more blest the lowliest cot, The coarsest raiment, and the simplest food! 0! may not with the Heavenly, holy calm Of Sabbath, from our hearts thine influence glide; But, thro' Earth's pilgrimage, whate'er betide, May o'er our path thy sweets descend like balm; Faith telling that the Almighty light, "I Am," Is ever through Sin's labyrinth our guide. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE KNIGHT'S TOMB by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE LEMON PIE by EDGAR ALBERT GUEST |