Thinking of you, and all that was, and all That might have been and now can never be, I feel your honour'd excellence, and see Myself unworthy of the happier call: For woe is me who walk so apt to fall, So apt to shrink afraid, so apt to flee, Apt to lie down and die (ah, woe is me!) Faithless and hopeless turning to the wall. And yet not hopeless quite nor faithless quite, Because not loveless; love may toil all night, But take at morning; wrestle till the break Of day, but then wield power with God and man: -- So take I heart of grace as best I can, Ready to spend and be spent for your sake. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AGAINST HOPE by ABRAHAM COWLEY VOLUNTARIES by RALPH WALDO EMERSON A QUESTION by JOHN MILLINGTON SYNGE GOLDEN GLOW by ABUL HASAN OF SEVILLE PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 64. AL-KAIYUM by EDWIN ARNOLD TO MY FRIENDS, WHO RIDICULED A TENDER LEAVE-TAKING by MATTHEW ARNOLD |