THY lovely saints do bring Thee love, Incense and joy and gold; Fair star with star, fair dove with dove, Beloved by Thee of old. I, Master, neither star nor dove, Have brought Thee sins and tears; Yet I too bring a little love Amid my flaws and fears. A trembling love that faints and fails Yet still is love of Thee, A wondering love that hopes and hails Thy boundless Love of me; Love kindling faith and pure desire, Love following on to bliss, A spark, O Jesu, from Thy fire, A drop from Thine abyss. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SOULS LAKE by ROBERT STUART FITZGERALD PSALM OF THOSE WHO GO FORTH BEFORE DAYLIGHT by CARL SANDBURG THREE STEPS by KATHARINE LEE BATES PSALM 10. UT QUID DOMINE by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE THE BALL, 1789 by HENRY CUYLER BUNNER WITH CORSE AT ALLATOONA by SAMUEL HAWKINS MARSHALL BYERS SECOND BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 17 by THOMAS CAMPION |