WHERE art thou, bird of song? Brightest one and dearest? Other groves among, Other nests thou cheerest; Sweet thy warbling skill To each ear that heard thee, But 'twas sweetest still To the heart that rear'd thee. Lamb, where dost thou rest? On stranger-bosoms lying? Flowers, thy path that drest, All uncropp'd are dying; Streams where thou didst roam Murmur on without thee, Lov'st thou still thy home? Can thy mother doubt thee? Seek thy Saviour's flock, To his blest fold going, Seek that smitten rock Whence our peace is flowing; Still should Love rejoice, Whatsoe'er betide thee, If that Shepherd's voice Evermore might guide thee. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...JUST & UNJUST by CHARLES SYNGE CHRISTOPHER BOWEN A NEGRO LOVE SONG by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR FANCIES AT NAVESINK: 6 by WALT WHITMAN ODES: BOOK 1: ODE 6. HYMN TO CHEERFULNESS by MARK AKENSIDE PRAYER by ANTON ALEXANDER VON AUERSPERG |