Temper my spirit, oh Lord, Burn out its alloy, And make it a pliant steel for thy wielding, Not a clumsy toy, A blunt, iron thing in my hands That blunder and destroy. Temper my spirit, oh Lord, Keep it long in the fire; Make it one with the flame. Let it share That up-reaching desire. Grasp it thyself, oh my God; Swing it straighter and higher! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A SEA-SHORE GRAVE by SIDNEY LANIER IF HE SHOULD COME by EDWIN MARKHAM IVAN THE CZAR by FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS ON THE SOUL by PUBLIUS AELIUS HADRIANUS UNDERWOODS: BOOK 1: 5. THE HOUSE BEAUTIFUL by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON IN MEMORIAM A.H.H.: 124 by ALFRED TENNYSON |