Our life is long. Not so, wise Angels say Who watch us waste it, trembling while they weigh Against eternity one squandered day. Our life is long. Not so, the Saints protest, Filled full of consolation and of rest: "Short ill, long good, one long unending best." Our life is long. Christ's word sounds different: "Night cometh: no more work when day is spent. Repent and work today, work and repent." Lord, make us like Thy Host who day nor night Rest not from adoration, their delight, Crying "Holy, Holy, Holy," in the height. Lord, make us like Thy Saints who wait and long Contented: bound in hope and freed from wrong They speed (may be) their vigil with a song. Lord, make us like Thyself: for thirty-three Slow years of toil seemed not too long to Thee, That where Thou art, there Thy Beloved might be. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO A BLUEBELL by EMILY JANE BRONTE MY LITTLE DREAMS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 26. AL-MUZIL by EDWIN ARNOLD THE GODS OF THE EARTH BENEATH by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN THE CROSS TRIUMPHANT by HARRY HOWE BOGERT HINC LACHRIMAE; OR THE AUTHOR TO AURORA: 47 by WILLIAM BOSWORTH |