'Deep in the West the godless Mormons dwell, In the far East the Taepings waste and burn, And stamp the name of Christ on deeds of hell - Ah me! for comfort whither shall I turn, While East and West breed mockeries like these?' I turned to Livingstone, on Afric's soil Labouring, and good Mackenzie's holy toil, And Selwyn praying for the southern seas - But never thought more tender and sublime To any bleeding anxious heart was given, Than when I learned that not a wind-bound sail, Near this rough foreland, waits the favouring gale, But Christian men observe the vacant time, Stand in the baffling wind and speak of heaven! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO MY ANTENOR, MARCH 16, 1661/2 by KATHERINE PHILIPS THE MILKING-MAID by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI THE BAYADERE by FRANCIS SALTUS SALTUS THE WANING MOON by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY THE STEAM-ENGINE: CANTO 10. THE RAILWAY BOOM, 1845 by T. BAKER |