I think God seeks this house, serenely white, Upon this hushed, elm-bordered street, as one With many mansions seeks, in calm delight, A boyhood cottage intimate with sun. I think God feels Himself the Owner here, Not just rich Host to some self-seeking throng, But Friend of village folk who want Him near And offer Him simplicity and song. No stained-glass windows hide the world from view, And it is well. The world is lovely there, Beyond clear panes, where branch-scrolled skies look through, And fields and hills, in morning hours of prayer. God spent His youth with field and hill and tree, And Christ grew up in rural Galilee. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ECHOES: 7 by WILLIAM ERNEST HENLEY THE MARSEILLAISE by CLAUDE JOSEPH ROUGET DE LISLE THE SONG OF THE CAMP by BAYARD TAYLOR BIRD CONVERSATIONS, SELECTION by FARID OD-DIN MOHAMMAD EBN EBRAHIM ATTAR ON THE PICTURE OF LUCRETIA STABBING HERSELF by PHILIP AYRES THE CHIEF AMONG TEN THOUSAND (SONG OF SOLOMON) by HORATIO (HORATIUS) BONAR |