John Greenleaf Whittier

(17 December 1807 – 7 September 1892 / Haverhill, Massachusetts)

At Last - Poem by John Greenleaf Whittier

When on my day of life the night is falling,
And, in the winds from unsunned spaces blown,
I hear far voices out of darkness calling
My feet to paths unknown,

Thou who hast made my home of life so pleasant,
Leave not its tenant when its walls decay;
O Love Divine, O Helper ever present,
Be Thou my strength and stay!

Be near me when all else is from me drifting
Earth, sky, home's pictures, days of shade and shine,
And kindly faces to my own uplifting
The love which answers mine.

I have but Thee, my Father! let Thy spirit
Be with me then to comfort and uphold;
No gate of pearl, no branch of palm I merit,
Nor street of shining gold.

Suffice it if--my good and ill unreckoned,
And both forgiven through Thy abounding grace--
I find myself by hands familiar beckoned
Unto my fitting place.

Some humble door among Thy many mansions,
Some sheltering shade where sin and striving cease,
And flows forever through heaven's green expansions
The river of Thy peace.

There, from the music round about me stealing,
I fain would learn the new and holy song,
And find at last, beneath Thy trees of healing,
The life for which I long.


Comments about At Last by John Greenleaf Whittier

  • (5/19/2017 11:16:00 PM)


    Beneath His trees of healing, the life for which I long
    Ultimate unconditional surrender before Him, the creator. Great prayer and equally great theme.
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  • (5/19/2017 12:55:00 PM)


    Makes me ponder on what my own experience of eternity be. (Report) Reply

  • Susan Williams (5/19/2017 12:48:00 PM)


    The very definition of lovely wording (Report) Reply

  • (5/19/2017 11:11:00 AM)


    wow writers o f this excellence are no longer in existence. (Report) Reply

  • (5/19/2017 9:41:00 AM)


    Eulogy of divine love, support and healing. More transcendental than religious. (Report) Reply

  • Edward Kofi Louis (5/19/2017 1:13:00 AM)


    So pleasant! ! Thanks for sharing. (Report) Reply

  • Upendra Majhi (5/19/2017 12:41:00 AM)


    wind is blowing from unsunned spaces, far voices out of darkness calling his feet to unknown path., Even when the wall of house is decaying, an appeal to tenant not to leave for later has made life pleasant. (Report) Reply

  • Bernard F. Asuncion (5/19/2017 12:20:00 AM)


    Home of life so pleasant..... thanks for posring..... (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, April 6, 2010



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