I DREAM'D that, with a passionate complaint, I wish'd me born amid God's deeds of might; And envied those who had the presence bright Of gifted Prophet and strong-hearted Saint, Whom my heart loves, and Fancy strives to paint. I turn'd, when straight a stranger met my sight, Came as my guest, and did awhile unite His lot with mine, and lived without restraint Courteous he was, and grave, -- so meek in mien, It seem'd untrue, or told a purpose weak Yet, in the mood, he could with aptness speak, Or with stern force, or show of feelings keen, Marking deep craft, methought, or hidden pride: -- Then came a voice, -- "St. Paul is at thy side." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SENCE YOU WENT AWAY by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON TO SENECA LAKE by JAMES GATES PERCIVAL SINCERE FLATTERY OF R.B. by JAMES KENNETH STEPHEN GRECIAN KINDNESS: A SONG by JOHN WILMOT TO TOUSSAINT L'OUVERTURE by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH TO A THESAURUS by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS |