'LOVE brought Me down: and cannot love make thee Carol for joy to Me? Hear cheerful robin carol from his tree, Who owes not half to Me I won for thee.' 'Yea, Lord, I hear his carol's wordless voice; And well may he rejoice Who hath not heard of death's discordant noise. So might I too rejoice With such a voice.' 'True, thou hast compassed death: but hast not thou The tree of life's own bough? Am I not Life and Resurrection now? My Cross, balm-bearing bough For such as thou.' 'Ah me, Thy Cross! ----- but that seems far away; Thy Cradle-song to-day I too would raise and worship Thee and pray: Not empty, Lord, to-day Send me away.' 'If thou wilt not go empty, spend thy store; And I will give thee more, Yea, make thee ten times richer than before. Give more and give yet more Out of thy store.' 'Because Thou givest me Thyself, I will Thy blessed word fulfil, Give with both hands, and hoard by giving still: Thy pleasure to fulfil, And work Thy Will.' | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BLACK SAMSON OF BRANDYWINE by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR THE HUMBLE-BEE by RALPH WALDO EMERSON THE YOUNG GRAY HEAD by CAROLINE ANNE BOWLES SOUTHEY PSALM 114 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE BY AN INLAND LAKE by WILLIAM STANLEY BRAITHWAITE LAND, HO! by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN ONE OF MANY by AMELIA JOSEPHINE BURR |