O weary champion of the Cross, lie still: Sleep thou at length the all-embracing sleep: Long was thy sowing-day, rest now and reap: Thy fast was long, feast now thy spirit's fill. Yea take thy fill of love, because thy will Chose love not in the shallows but the deep: Thy tides were spring-tides, set against the neap Of calmer souls: thy flood rebuked their rill. Now night has come to thee -- pleased God, of rest: So some time must it come to every man; To first and last, where many last are first. Now fixed and finished thine eternal plan, Thy best has done its best, thy worst its worst: Thy best its best, Please God, thy best its best. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FIDELITY by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH THE RAINBOW [IN THE SKY] by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH NAMELESS PAIN by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH |