Lord, hast Thou so loved us, and will not we Love Thee with heart and mind and strength and soul. Desiring Thee beyond our glorious goal, Beyond the heaven of heavens desiring Thee? Each saint, all saints cry out: Yea me, yea me. Thou hast desired beyond an aureole. Beyond Thy many Crowns, beyond the whole Ninety and nine unwandering family. Souls in green pastures of the watered land, Faint pilgrim souls wayfaring thro' the sand. Abide with Thee and in Thee are at rest: Yet evermore, kind Lord, renew Thy quest After new wanderers ; such as once Thy Hand Gathered, Thy Shoulders bore. Thy Heart caressed. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PORTRAIT OF A BABY by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET SHADOW-CASTING by JAMES GALVIN A FLORIDA GHOST by SIDNEY LANIER SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: MRS. PURKAPILE by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE ROOM OF MIRRORS by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |