WHERE long and deeply hath been fixed the root In the blest soil of gospel truth, the Tree, (Blighted or scathed tho' many branches be, Put forth to wither, many a hopeful shoot) Can never cease to bear celestial fruit. Witness the Church that oft-times, with effect Dear to the saints, strives earnestly to eject Her bane, her vital energies recruit. Lamenting, do not hopelessly repine, When such good work is doomed to be undone, The conquests lost that were so hardly won: -- All promises vouchsafed by Heaven will shine In light confirmed while years their course shall run, Confirmed alike in progress and decline. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...I AM NOT YOURS by SARA TEASDALE COWBOY VERSUS BRONCHO by JAMES BARTON ADAMS THE IDLERS by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN FORT GRISWOLD, SEPT. 6, 1781 by JOHN GARDINER CALKINS BRAINARD THE DEAN OF FACULTY by ROBERT BURNS DESCRIPTION OF TUNBRIDGE by JOHN BYROM ON GETTING HOME THE PORTRAIT OF A FEMALE CHILD; BY EUGENIO LATILLA by THOMAS CAMPBELL |