THEY throng from the east and the west, The north and the south, with a song; To golden abodes of their rest They throng. Eternity stretches out long: Time, brief at its worst or its best, Will quit them of ruin and wrong. A rainbow aloft for their crest, A palm for their weakness made strong: As doves breast all winds to their nest, They throng. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ELEGY: THE LITTLE GHOST WHO DIED FOR LOVE; FOR ALLANAH HARPER by EDITH SITWELL A CHILD'S PRAYER [OR, HYMN] by MATILDA BARBARA BETHAM-EDWARDS SONNET: 16. TO THE LORD GENERAL CROMWELL, MAY 1652 by JOHN MILTON TO THE UNKNOWN EROS: BOOK 2: 7. TO THE BODY by COVENTRY KERSEY DIGHTON PATMORE SONNET: 71 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE IN SICKNESS (1714) by JONATHAN SWIFT |