O FIRSTFRUITS of our grain, Infant and Lamb appointed to be slain, A Virgin and two doves were all Thy train, With one old man for state, When Thou didst enter first Thy Father's gate. Since then Thy train hath been Freeman and bondman, bishop, king and queen, With flaming candles and with garlands green: Oh happy all who wait One day or thousand days around Thy gate! And these have offered Thee, Beside their hearts, great stores for charity, Gold, frankincense, and myrrh; if such may be For savour or for state Within the threshold of Thy golden gate. Then snowdrops and my heart I'll bring, to find those blacker than Thou art: Yet, loving Lord, accept us in good part; And give me grace to wait, A bruised reed bowed low before Thy gate. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ASTROPHEL AND STELLA: 14 by PHILIP SIDNEY THE RE-CURED LOVER EXULTETH IN HIS FREEDOM by THOMAS WYATT SONG: 1 by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD VARIATIONS ON SAPPHO: 35 by KATHERINE HARRIS BRADLEY COULD THEY BUT KNOW (NOVEMBER, 1918) by WILL CHAMBERLAIN REFLECTION by ELIZABETH JANE COATSWORTH TO A YOUNG LADY, WITH A PRESENT OF TWO COCKSCOMBS by WILLIAM COWPER |