James Russell Lowell

(22 February 1819 – 12 August 1891 / Cambridge, Massachusetts)

A Contrast - Poem by James Russell Lowell

Thy love thou sendest oft to me,
And still as oft I thrust it back;
Thy messengers I could not see
In those who everything did lack,
The poor, the outcast and the black.

Pride held his hand before mine eyes,
The world with flattery stuffed mine ears;
I looked to see a monarch's guise,
Nor dreamed thy love would knock for years,
Poor, naked, fettered, full of tears.

Yet, when I sent my love to thee,
Thou with a smile didst take it in,
And entertain'dst it royally,
Though grimed with earth, with hunger thin,
And leprous with the taint of sin.

Now every day thy love I meet,
As o'er the earth it wanders wide,
With weary step and bleeding feet,
Still knocking at the heart of pride
And offering grace, though still denied.


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  • Gold Star - 16,874 Points * Sunprincess * (5/31/2014 2:03:00 PM)

    ........a contrast is the perfect title for this poem...enjoyed.. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, May 10, 2012



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