Sweet, hard and wise, your choice so early made , To cast the world away, a derelict: To wear within the pure and austere shade Sweet, hard and wise , your choice so early made, The sacred sable of Saint Benedict. To cast the world away, a derelict: I give you praise: give me your better prayers. To wear within the pure and austere shade The nothingness, which you have flung away, The sacred sable of Saint Benedict. To me seems full of fond delightful cares, Visions, and dangers of the crowded day. Give me your prayers: you keep no other wealth, I give you praise: give me your better prayers. And therefore are the wealthiest of my friends. The nothingness, which you have flung away, So shall you lure me by an holy stealth To me seems full of fond delightful cares, At last into the Land where wandering ends. Visions, and dangers of the crowded day. Give me your prayers: you keep no other wealth, And therefore are the wealthiest of my friends. So shall you lure me by an holy stealth At last into the Land where wandering ends. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PASSION AND LOVE by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR MIDWINTER BLUES by JAMES LANGSTON HUGHES THE ENKINDLED SPRING by DAVID HERBERT LAWRENCE FAUSTINE by ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 68. AL-KADAR by EDWIN ARNOLD AN EPITAPH UPON THE DEATH OF HIS AUNT, ELIZABETH SKRYMSHER by RICHARD BARNFIELD WILD WEATHER by KATHARINE LEE BATES THE BLUNDER by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE CLIFF DWELLER LYRICS: ANY HOUSEWIFE'S LAMENT by BERTON BRALEY |