Our wealth has wasted all away, Our pleasures have found wings; The night is long until the day; Lord, give us better things ''" A ray of light in thirsty night And secret water-springs. Our love is dead, or sleeps, or else Is hidden from our eyes: Our silent love, while no man tells Or if it lives or dies. Oh give us love, O Lord, above In changeless Paradise. Our house is left us desolate. Even as Thy word hath said. Before our face the way is great; Around us are the dead. Oh guide us, save us from the grave. As Thou Thy saints hast led. Lead us where pleasures evermore And wealth indeed are placed, And home on an eternal shore, And love that cannot waste: Where joy Thou art unto the heart, And sweetness to the taste. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE RUNAWAY SLAVE AT PILGRIM'S POINT by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING THE SCARECROW by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE THE HILL WIFE: LONELINESS by ROBERT FROST THE BABY, FR. AT THE BACK OF THE NORTH WIND by GEORGE MACDONALD |