Lord, make me one with Thine own faithful ones, Thy Saints who love Thee and are loved by Thee; Till the day break and till the shadows flee, At one with them in alms and orisons; At one with him who toils and him who runs, And him who yearns for union yet to be; At one with all who throng the crystal sea And wait the setting of our moons and suns. Ah, my beloved ones gone on before, Who looked not back with hand upon the plough! If beautiful to me while still in sight, How beautiful must be your aspects now; Your unknown, well-known aspects in that light Which clouds shall never cloud for evermore. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CAVE PAINTING by HAYDEN CARRUTH I COULD TAKE by HAYDEN CARRUTH GETTING A WORD IN by JAMES GALVIN READING WHITMAN IN A TOILET STALL by TIMOTHY LIU THE BURIAL OF BOSTON CORBETT (ONE WARDEN TO ANOTHER) by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE POET'S TESTAMENT by GEORGE SANTAYANA HENRY MOORE'S STATUE AT LINCOLN CENTER by KAREN SWENSON HYBRIDS OF WAR: A MORALITY POEM: 3. THAILALND by KAREN SWENSON |