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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
HE MADE US FREE, by MAURICE FRANCIS EGAN Poet's Biography First Line: As flame streams upward, so my longing thought Last Line: And rise, -- be free! | |||
As flame streams upward, so my longing thought Flies up with Thee, Thou God and Saviour, who hast truly wrought Life out of death, and to us, loving, brought A fresh, new world; and in Thy sweet chains caught, And made us free! As hyacinths make way from out the dark, My soul awakes, At thought of Thee, like sap beneath the bark; As little violets in field and park Rise to the trilling thrush and meadow-lark, New hope it takes. As thou goest upward through the nameless space We call the sky, Like jonquil perfume softly falls Thy grace; It seems to touch and brighten every place; Fresh flowers crown our wan and weary race, O Thou on high! Hadst Thou not risen, there would be no joy Upon earth's sod; Life would be still with us a wound or toy, A cloud without the sun, -- O Babe, O Boy, O Man of Mother pure, with no alloy, O risen God! Thou, God and King, didst "mingle in the game," (Cease, all fears; cease!) For love of us, -- not to give Virgil's fame Or Croesus' wealth, not to make well the lame, Or save the sinner from deserved shame, But for sweet peace! For peace, for joy, -- not that the slave might lie In luxury, Not that all woe from us should always fly, Or golden crops with Syrian roses vie In every field; but in Thy peace to die And rise, -- be free! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...COLUMBUS THE WORLD-GIVER by MAURICE FRANCIS EGAN MAURICE DE GUERIN by MAURICE FRANCIS EGAN THE SHAMROCK by MAURICE FRANCIS EGAN A PORTRAIT by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING UNWELCOME by MARY ELIZABETH COLERIDGE THE DESERTED VILLAGE by OLIVER GOLDSMITH EVENING CLOUDS by FRANCIS LEDWIDGE SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: MRS. BENJAMIN PANTIER by EDGAR LEE MASTERS RIDDLE: A CANDLE by MOTHER GOOSE THE LOVE SONNETS OF PROTEUS: 89. THE LIMIT OF HUMAN KNOWLEDGE by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT ON THE LOSS OF PROFESSOR FISHER by JOHN GARDINER CALKINS BRAINARD MAXIMS FOR THE OLD HOUSE: THE EAVES by ANNA HEMPSTEAD BRANCH |
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