(6 March 1806 – 29 June 1861 / Durham / England)


SPEAK low to me, my Saviour, low and sweet
From out the hallelujahs, sweet and low
Lest I should fear and fall, and miss Thee so
Who art not missed by any that entreat.
Speak to mo as to Mary at thy feet !
And if no precious gums my hands bestow,
Let my tears drop like amber while I go
In reach of thy divinest voice complete
In humanest affection -- thus, in sooth,
To lose the sense of losing. As a child,
Whose song-bird seeks the wood for evermore
Is sung to in its stead by mother's mouth
Till, sinking on her breast, love-reconciled,
He sleeps the faster that he wept before.

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He sleeps the fatest that he wept before. Marvelous conceptualization and so is the whole poem. Thanks for sharing it here.
Total surrender of soul to the god seems to be the theme the poem carries and it is marvelously expressed.
Lovely poem indeed. Please correct mo to me (line 5) . I have also seen this poem punctuated differently- do we have an editio princeps?
Line 5: mo should be me.
Great job about comfort.
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