BRING me to see, Lord, bring me yet to see Those nations of Thy glory and Thy grace Who splendid in Thy splendour worship Thee. Light in all eyes, content in every face, Raptures and voices one while manifold, Love and are well-beloved the ransomed race: -- Great mitred priests, great kings in crowns of gold, Patriarchs who head the army of their sons, Matrons and mothers by their own extolled, Wise and most harmless holy little ones, Virgins who, making merry, lead the dance, Full-breathed victorious racers from all runs, Home-comers out of every change and chance, Hermits restored to social neighbourhood, Aspects which reproduce One Countenance, Life-losers with their losses all made good, All blessed hungry and athirst sufficed, All who bore crosses round the Holy Rood, Friends, brethren, sisters, of Lord Jesus Christ. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BOSTON COMMON: 1630 by OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES HAMPTON BEACH by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER MEMORIES by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH NELL COOK; A LEGEND OF THE 'DARK ENTRY': THE KING'S SCHOLAR'S STORY by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM PILATE'S WIFE'S DREAM by CHARLOTTE BRONTE UPON MASTER WALTER MONTAGUE HIS RETURN FROM TRAVEL by THOMAS CAREW |