CLOSING the sacred Book which long has fed Our meditations, give we to a day Of annual joy one tributary lay; This day, when, forth by rustic music led, The village Children, while the sky is red With evening lights, advance in long array Through the still churchyard, each with garland gay, That, carried sceptre-like, o'ertops the head Of the proud Bearer. To the wide church-door, Charged with these offerings which their fathers bore For decoration in the Papal time, The innocent procession softly moves: -- The spirit of Laud is pleased in heaven's pure clime, And Hooker's voice the spectacle approves! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...JOY (2) by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON FOR THE ANNIVERSARY OF JOHN KEATS' DEATH by SARA TEASDALE NIGHTINGALES by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES WHISTLE, AND I'LL COME TO YOU by ROBERT BURNS THE RAVEN; A CHRISTMAS TALE, TOLD BY A SCHOOL-BOY by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE BROOKLYN BRIDGE by CHARLES GEORGE DOUGLAS ROBERTS |