GOD who created me Nimble and light of limb, In three elements free, To run, to ride, to swim: Not when the sense is dim, But now from the heart of joy, I would remember Him: Take the thanks of a boy. Jesu, King and Lord, Whose are my foes to fight, Gird me with Thy sword Swift and sharp and bright. Thee would I serve if I might; And conquer if I can, From day-dawn till night, Take the strength of a man. Spirit of Love and Truth, Breathing in grosser clay, The light and flame of youth, Delight of men in the fray, Wisdom in strength's decay; From pain, strife, wrong to be free, This best gift I pray, Take my spirit to Thee. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE CONGO by NICHOLAS VACHEL LINDSAY THE SHADOW DANCE by LOUISE CHANDLER MOULTON SWEET MEETING OF DESIRES by COVENTRY KERSEY DIGHTON PATMORE ON AN ANNIVERSARY by JOHN MILLINGTON SYNGE LINES TO A BEAUTIFUL AND BUS-RIDING LADY by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS THE HANDSOME KNIGHT by MUHAMMAD AL-MU'TAMID II THE AFFECTIONATE SHEPHERD; OR COMPLAINT OF DAPHNIS by RICHARD BARNFIELD ON JOHN DOVE [JOHNNY DOW], INNKEEPER OF MAUCHLINE by ROBERT BURNS |