A Prodigal Son

A Prodigal Son by Christina Georgina Rossetti

A son living hungry among swine wonders whether the lamp his father lit when he left still burns. Remembering the plenty at home, he resolves to return and ask for a servant's place.

By Christina Georgina Rossetti · Genre: Dramatic Monologue, Religious Poetry · 222 words

First lines

Does that lamp still burn in my Father's house, / Which he kindled the night I went away? / I turned once beneath the cedar boughs, / And marked it gleam with a golden ray; / Did he think to light me home some day?

Hungry here with the crunching swine, / Hungry harvest have I to reap; / In a dream I count my Father's kine, / I hear the tinkling bells of his sheep, / I watch his lambs that browse and leap.

There is plenty of bread at home, / His servants have bread enough and to spare; / The purple wine-fat froths with foam, / Oil and spices make sweet the air, / While I perish hungry and bare.

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hunger · repentance · family estrangement · servitude

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