O, SAY not thou art left of God, Because His tokens in the sky Thou canst not read: this earth He trod To teach thee He was ever nigh. He sees, beneath the fig-tree green, Nathaniel con His sacred lore; Shouldst thou thy chamber seek, unseen, He enters through the unopen'd door. And when thou liest, by slumber bound, Outwearied in the Christian fight, In glory, girt with Saints around, He stands above thee through the night. When friends to Emmaus bend their course, He joins, although He holds their eyes: Or, shouldst thou feel some fever's force, He takes thy hand, He bids thee rise. Or on a voyage, when calms prevail, And prison thee upon the sea, He walks the wave, He wings the sail, The shore is gain'd, and thou art free. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SNOW MAN by WALLACE STEVENS IN STATE by BYRON FORCEYTHE WILLSON HYMN TO THE WINDS by JOACHIM DU BELLAY ON THE NEW YEAR by JANE BOWDLER UPON MASTER WALTER MONTAGUE HIS RETURN FROM TRAVEL by THOMAS CAREW AT THE BEND OF THE ROAD by ETHEL DAVIES CAUTHERS |