English poem
Easter Day. (From The Villager's Verse-Book.)
1 Who comes (my soul no longer doubt), Rising from earth's wormy sod, And whilst ten thousand angels sing, Ascends—ascends to heaven, a God? 2 Saviour, Lord, I know thee now! Mighty to redeem and save, Such glory blazes on thy brow, Which lights the darkness of the grave. 3 Saviour, Lord, the human soul, Forgotten every sorrow here, Shall thus, aspiring to its goal, Triumph in its native sphere.
More by William Lisle Bowles
- Dirge.
- Distant View Of England From The Sea
- Dover Cliffs
- East Wind. (The Winds)
- Elegiac Stanzas - Written During Sickness At Bath.
- Epitaph On Benjamin Tremlyn, An Old Soldier, Buried In Bremhill Churchyard At The Age Of 92.
- Epitaph On H. Walmsley, Esq. - In Alverstoke Church, Hants.
- Epitaph On John Harding, In The Churchyard Of Bremhill.