THOUGH searching damps and many an envious flaw Have marred this Work; the calm ethereal grace, The love deep-seated in the Saviour's face, The mercy, goodness, have not failed to awe The Elements; as they do melt and thaw The heart of the Beholder -- and erase (At least for one rapt moment) every trace Of disobedience to the primal law. The annunciation of the dreadful truth Made to the Twelve, survives: lip, forehead, cheek, And hand reposing on the board in ruth Of what it utters, while the unguilty seek Unquestionable meanings -- still bespeak A labour worthy of eternal youth! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE GRAVE OF A POETESS by FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS THE VOYAGE by CAROLINE ATHERTON BRIGGS MASON THE BATTLE-CRY OF FREEDOM by GEORGE FREDERICK ROOT GO NOW' by PHILIP EDWARD THOMAS SHADOWS by WILLIAM HERVEY ALLEN JR. LILIES: 14. THE AWAKING by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) |