LAMP of my feet, whereby we trace Our path, when wont to stray! Stream from the fount of heavenly grace Brook by the traveller's way! Bread of our souls, whereon we feed, True manna from on high! Our guide and chart, wherein we read Of realms beyond the sky. Pillar of fire through watches dark, Or radiant cloud by day! When waves would whelm our tossing bark, Our anchor and our stay! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ODE TO FORTUNE by FITZ-GREENE HALLECK A LONDON PLANE-TREE by AMY LEVY THE SHEPHEARDES CALENDER: MARCH by EDMUND SPENSER LATE AUTUMN by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM THE FROGS: THE FROGS' SONG by ARISTOPHANES THE SHADOWED ROAD by WILLIAM ROSE BENET TO WAR by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE |