LORD Jesus Christ, our Wisdom and our Rest, Who wisely dost reveal and wisely hide, Grant us such grace in wisdom to abide According to Thy Will whose Will is best. Contented with Thine uttermost behest, Too sweet for envy and too high for pride; All simple-souled, dove-hearted and dove-eyed, Soft-voiced, and satisfied in humble nest. Wondering at the bounty of Thy Love Which gives us wings of silver and of gold; Wings folded close, yet ready to unfold When Thou shalt say, 'Winter is past and gone:' When Thou shalt say, 'Spouse, sister, love and dove, Come hither, sit with Me upon My Throne.' | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: MRS. CHARLES BLISS by EDGAR LEE MASTERS MARY DONNELLY by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM ELEGY BEFORE DEATH by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY UNDER THE SHADE OF THE TREES [MAY 10, 1863] by MARGARET JUNKIN PRESTON ON A LADY WHO FANCIED HERSELF A BEAUTY by CHARLES SACKVILLE (1637-1706) THE DEATH OF ADONIS by THEOCRITUS |