Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE SINGER, by HENRY CHAPPELL First Line: She sang with the voice of an angel Last Line: "I sing for him alone." Subject(s): Death; Grief; Heaven; Love; Love - Loss Of; Memory; Dead, The; Sorrow; Sadness; Paradise | ||||||||
SHE sang with the voice of an angel The songs so old and dear, Till men forgot their striving And Heaven seemed more near. Poor careworn hearts and weary Drank in the golden showers, Till life no more seemed dreary, And Hope put forth her flowers. Then the great world offered glory And wealth and power and fame; Life's pathway strewn with roses By the magic of her name. The glowing hand of pleasure Should soothe the idle day, And earth her every treasure Should scatter by the way. But the singer smiled unheeding, And raised her eyes above, "I need no pride or pleasure, I sing no song but love; The love of Him Who taught me And fashioned every tone; For Him Who died and bought me, I sing for Him alone." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE END OF LIFE by PHILIP JAMES BAILEY SEVEN TWILIGHTS: 6 by CONRAD AIKEN THE BOOK OF THE DEAD MAN (#19): 2. MORE ABOUT THE DEAD MAN AND WINTER by MARVIN BELL THE WORLDS IN THIS WORLD by LAURE-ANNE BOSSELAAR A SKELETON FOR MR. PAUL IN PARADISE; AFTER ALLAN GUISINGER by NORMAN DUBIE BEAUTY & RESTRAINT by DANIEL HALPERN HOW IT WILL HAPPEN, WHEN by DORIANNE LAUX IF THIS IS PARADISE by DORIANNE LAUX |
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