MY fate, my portion in the strife Of this strange world, my after-life With all its hopes and fears, Rest on the issue of To-day! Spirit of Goodness, chase away The clouds that gather o'er me now, The fire that wreathes my aching brow, The intermitting thrill That tingles through my frame; the throb That heaves my breast; the thoughts that rob Mine eyes of sleep! O, let me bow Submissive to Thy will! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HATRED by GWENDOLYN B. BENNETT OPEN, TIME by LOUISE IMOGEN GUINEY TO AN UNBORN PAUPER CHILD by THOMAS HARDY SONNET: 99 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE THE GRAPE-VINE SWING by WILLIAM GILMORE SIMMS |