LORD, when I find at last Thy Paradise, Be it not all too bright for human eyes, Lest I go sick for home through the high mirth— For Thy new Heaven, Lord, give me new earth. Give of Thy mansions, Lord, a house so small Where they can come to me who were my all; Let them run home to me just as of yore, Glad to sit down with me and go out no more. Give me a garden, Lord, and a low hill, A field and a babbling brook that is not still; Give me an orchard, Lord, in leaf and bloom, And my birds to sing to me in a quiet gloam. There shall no canker be in leaf and bud, But glory on hill and sea and the green-wood, There, there shall none grow old but all be new, No moth nor rust shall fret nor thief break through. Set Thou a mist upon Thy glorious sun, Lest we should faint for night and be undone; Give us the high clean wind and the wild rain, Lest that we faint with thirst and go in pain. Let there be Winter there and the joy of Spring, Summer and Autumn and the harvesting; Give us all things we loved on earth of old Never to slip from out our fond arms' fold. Give me a little house for my desire, The man and the children to sit by my fire, And friends crowding in to us, to our lit hearth— For Thy new Heaven, Lord, give me new earth! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CALIBAN [ON THE ISLAND], FR. THE TEMPEST by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE TO - (4) by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH THE COLD WAVE OF 32 B.C. by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS THE WELCOME by FARID OD-DIN MOHAMMAD EBN EBRAHIM ATTAR LOVE'S BLINDNESS by ALFRED AUSTIN THORALF AND SYNNOV by HJALMAR HJORTH BOYESEN AURORA LEIGH: BOOK 7 by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING |