TELL me, O ye stars of night -- In the ages ye have seen, Aught more gentle, mild, and bright, Aught more dear to angels' sight, Hath there been; Or more innocent and fair, Than an infant's earliest prayer? Tell me, O ye flowers that meet By the valley or the stream, Have ye incense half so sweet, -- Fragrance in your rich retreat, -- That ye deem Half so dear to Heaven's care, As an infant's quiet prayer? Speak, and tell me, thou, O Time, From the coming of the Word, Aught more holy, more sublime, From the heart of any clime, Hast thou heard, Than the voice ascending there, Than that lowly infant's prayer? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ADAM AND HIS FATHER by KAREN SWENSON CHRISTMAS EVERYWHERE by PHILLIPS BROOKS THE RHODORA: ON BEING ASKED, WHENCE IS THE FLOWER? by RALPH WALDO EMERSON WINDSOR FOREST by ALEXANDER POPE MURMURINGS IN A FIELD HOSPITAL by CARL SANDBURG UNDERWOODS: BOOK 1: 6. A VISIT FROM THE SEA by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON THE SONG OF THE ILL-BELOVED; TO PAUL LEAUTARD by GUILLAUME APOLLINAIRE |