Lord, hast Thou so loved us, and will not we Love Thee with heart and mind and strength and soul. Desiring Thee beyond our glorious goal, Beyond the heaven of heavens desiring Thee? Each saint, all saints cry out: Yea me, yea me. Thou hast desired beyond an aureole. Beyond Thy many Crowns, beyond the whole Ninety and nine unwandering family. Souls in green pastures of the watered land, Faint pilgrim souls wayfaring thro' the sand. Abide with Thee and in Thee are at rest: Yet evermore, kind Lord, renew Thy quest After new wanderers ; such as once Thy Hand Gathered, Thy Shoulders bore. Thy Heart caressed. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...COWPER'S GRAVE by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING AN APPEAL TO CATS IN THE BUSINESS OF LOVE; SONG by THOMAS FLATMAN THE TRIUMPHS OF OWEN: A FRAGMENT by THOMAS GRAY VERS LIBRE by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS A LAY OF ST. DUNSTAN by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM AT THE GRAVE OF DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI by H. T. MACKENZIE BELL BRITANNIA'S PASTORALS: BOOK 2. THE THIRD SONG by WILLIAM BROWNE (1591-1643) PRINCE HOHENSTIEL-SCHWANGAU; SAVIOUR OF SOCIETY by ROBERT BROWNING |