His name yields the richest perfume, And sweeter than music his voice; His presence disperses my gloom, And makes all within me rejoice; I should, were He always thus nigh, Have nothing to wish or to fear; No mortal so happy as I, My summer would last all the year. Content with beholding His face, My all to His pleasure resigned, No changes of season or place Would make any change in my mind; While blest with a sense of His love A palace a toy would appear; And prisons would palaces prove If Jesus would dwell with me there. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TWILIGHT by DAVID HERBERT LAWRENCE RIDDLE: SEWING NEEDLE AND THREAD by MOTHER GOOSE THE KING OF DENMARK'S RIDE by CAROLINE ELIZABETH SARAH SHERIDAN NORTON LOCKSLEY HALL SIXTY YEARS AFTER by ALFRED TENNYSON NOCTURNE by JOHN VAN ALSTYN WEAVER TO FOREIGN LANDS by WALT WHITMAN SUNSET IN THE DEVIL'S GLEN: COUNTY WICKLOW by EDMUND JOHN ARMSTRONG |