Bliss Carman, et al., eds. The World’s Best Poetry.
Volume IV. The Higher Life. 1904. | | | | I. The Divine Element—(God, Christ, the Holy Spirit) | | To-morrow | | Lope de Vega (1562–1562) |
| | From the Spanish by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow |
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LORD, what am I, that, with unceasing care, | |
| Thou didst seek after me,—that Thou didst wait, | |
| Wet with unhealthy dews, before my gate, | |
| And pass the gloomy nights of winter there? | |
| O, strange delusion, that I did not greet | 5 |
| Thy blest approach! and, O, to heaven how lost, | |
| If my ingratitude’s unkindly frost | |
| Has chilled the bleeding wounds upon Thy feet! | |
| How oft my guardian angel gently cried, | |
| “Soul, from thy casement look, and thou shalt see | 10 |
| How He persists to knock and wait for thee!” | |
| And, O, how often to that voice of sorrow, | |
| “To-morrow we will open,” I replied! | |
| And when the morrow came, I answered still, “To-morrow.” | | | |
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