Satisfied (The Disciple)

(The Saviour of the World, Vol VI Book II Poem XXIV)

“I shall be satisfied,” the Psalmist cried,
And in that word plumbed the uneasy sea
Of man’s unrest; how good it were to be,
If only for an hour, quite satisfied!

And what is the great hope that, justified,
He pledges to himself with confident “When”?
When like his God he shall awake, sure, then,
Contented shall he be as happy bride.

“Come, learn of Me, and I will give you rest!”
We hear, and straightway our unquiet heart
Enters green place of peace where none molest;

And, in that quiet, cons the subtle art
Of heavenly portraiture, in sheltered nest,
The while His image doth the Lord impart.

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