Howe good, and how beseeming well it is that wee whoe brethren be as brethren should, in Concord dwell. Like that deere oile that Aron beares which fleeting downe to foote, from Crowne embalmes his bearde and robe he weares: Or like the teares the morne doth shedd which lie on ground empearled round on Sion, or on Hermons head. For join'd therewith, the Lord doth give such grace, such blisse That where it is men maie for ever blessed live. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SCHOOLS OF LITTLE FISH by MARVIN BELL THE GOLDEN CORPSE by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET THE CHANGED WOMAN by LOUISE BOGAN EVERYONE KNOWS WHOM THE SAVED ENVY by JAMES GALVIN IN LOVE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON |