Lift up thine eyes to seek the invisible: Stir up thy heart to choose the still unseen: Strain up thy hope in glad perpetual green To scale the exceeding height where all saints dwell. Saints, is it well with you ? ''" Yea, it is well, ''" Where they have reaped, by faith kneel thou to glean: Because they stooped so low to reap, they lean Now over golden harps unspeakable. ''" - But thou purblind and deafened, knowest thou Those glorious beauties unexperienced By ear or eye or by heart hitherto ? ''" I know Whom I have trusted: wherefore now All amiable, accessible tho' fenced, Golden Jerusalem floats full in view. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BEARS AT RASPBERRY TIME by HAYDEN CARRUTH CONTRA MORTEM: THE CHILD by HAYDEN CARRUTH THE GHOST OF DEACON BROWN by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON LIVE AND HELP LIVE by EDWIN MARKHAM VICTORY IN DEFEAT by EDWIN MARKHAM CANTICLE OF THE RACE by EDGAR LEE MASTERS A LETTER ON THE USE OF MACHINE GUNS AT WEDDINGS by KENNETH PATCHEN |