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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
DEUS MISEREATUR, by MARJORIE LOWRY CHRISTIE PICKTHALL Poet's Biography First Line: Pleasant the ways whereon our feet were led Last Line: Lord, lead us home. | |||
PLEASANT the ways whereon our feet were led, Sweet the young hills, the valleys of content, But now the hours of dew and dream have fled. Lord, we are spent. We did not heed Thy warning in the skies, We have not heard Thy voice nor known Thy fold; But now the world is darkening to our eyes. Lord, we grow old. Now the sweet stream turns bitter with our tears, Now dies the star we followed in the west, Now are we sad and ill at ease with years. Lord, we would rest. Lo, our proud lamps are emptied of their light, Weary our hands to toil, our feet to roam; Our day is past and swiftly falls Thy night. Lord, lead us home. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A CHILD'S SONG by MARJORIE LOWRY CHRISTIE PICKTHALL A MOTHER IN EGYPT by MARJORIE LOWRY CHRISTIE PICKTHALL A SAXON EPITAPH by MARJORIE LOWRY CHRISTIE PICKTHALL ARMOREL by MARJORIE LOWRY CHRISTIE PICKTHALL BEGA by MARJORIE LOWRY CHRISTIE PICKTHALL CANADA TO ENGLAND by MARJORIE LOWRY CHRISTIE PICKTHALL DAWN by MARJORIE LOWRY CHRISTIE PICKTHALL DREAM RIVER by MARJORIE LOWRY CHRISTIE PICKTHALL DUNA by MARJORIE LOWRY CHRISTIE PICKTHALL EVENING by MARJORIE LOWRY CHRISTIE PICKTHALL |
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