Lord, what a change within us one short hour Spent in Thy presence will avail to make! What heavy burdens from our bosoms take! What parched grounds refresh as with a shower! We kneel, and all around us seems to lower; We rise, and all, the distant and the near, Stands forth in sunny outline, brave and clear; We kneel, how weak; we rise, how full of power! Why, therefore, should we do ourselves this wrong, Or others--that we are not always strong-- That we are sometimes overborne with care-- That we should ever weak or heartless be, Anxious or troubled--when with us is prayer, And joy and strength and courage are with Thee? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...POETS ARE BORN NOT MADE by ROBERT FROST THE CHIMNEY SWEEPER, FR. SONGS OF INNOCENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE EPITAPHS OF THE WAR, 1914-18: CONVOY ESCORT by RUDYARD KIPLING SEA SLUMBER-SONG by RODEN BERKELEY WRIOTHESLEY NOEL SONNETS OF MANHOOD: 10. LONELY by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) GUINEVERE TO LANCELOT by ROBERT BATSON PSALM 18. DILIGAM TE by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE IN VINCULIS; SONNETS WRITTEN IN AN IRISH PRISON: I WILL SMILE NO MORE by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |