Saturday, March 21, 2009

Friendships depth.

An Hour With Thee.

An hour with thee! – when earliest day
Dapples with gold the eastern gray,
Oh, what can frame my mind to bear
The toil and turmoil, cark and care,
New griefs, which coming hours unfold.
And sad remembrance of the old?—
One hour with thee.

One hour with thee! – When burning June
Waves his red flag at pitch of noon,
What shall repay the faithful swain
His labor on the sultry plain;
And more than cave or sheltering bough,
Cool feverish blood and throbbing brow?
One hour with thee.

One hour with thee! – When sun is set,
Oh, what can teach me to forget
The thankless labors of the day,
The hopes, the wishes, flung away,
The increasing wants, and lessening gains,
The master’s pride, who scorns my pains? –
One hour with thee.

Walter Scott - Photo by Alwyn Loh


Femin Susan said...

I like your poem - it has shape in the way you presented it.

FCB said...

Hi Susan,
Thanks for your comments and I'm glad you like the poem. I'm not the author, Walter Scott wrote the poem over a hundred years ago, but it is timeless.
God bless,

Mel said...

What a fabulous poem! I have experienced this truth first-hand, more in the last year or two than in the 30 years prior to them. When we let Him, God will break out of all of our boxes and blow all of our preconceived ideas about right and wrong, acceptable and unacceptable, clean out of the water. Most of my best friends are my blogging buddies, and you know what? I believe God's okay with that. :)

FCB said...

Hi Mel,
I agree, I think this is such a touching poem. It grieves me that I have so few close friends, they are a gift and most agree if a person has three close friends they are especially blessed. Most have one or two. I'm like you, most of mine are online, and you are one!