I LONG for joy, O Lord, I long for gold, I long for all Thou profferest to me, I long for the unimagined manifold Abundance laid up in Thy treasury. I long for pearls, but not from mundane sea; I long for palms, but not from earthly mould; Yet in all else I long for, long for Thee, Thyself to hear and worship and behold. For Thee, beyond the splendour of that day Where all is day and is not any night; For Thee, beyond refreshment of that rest To which tired saints press on for its delight: -- Or if not thus for Thee, yet Thee I pray To make me long so till Thou make me blest. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE RIGHT MUST WIN by FREDERICK WILLIAM FABER CHANGED by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW DOROTHY IN THE GARRET by JOHN TOWNSEND TROWBRIDGE RETURN by KENNETH SLADE ALLING THE TUTELAGE by ROBERT MOWRY BELL |