My life is a silver lamp, Burnished for Thee; Its oil the distillation Of weary hours And sudden glory. Mine, the silver lamp; O Lord, Thine, the lighting. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...NOTHING TO WEAR' by WILLIAM ALLEN BUTLER ON THIS DAY I COMPLETE MY THIRTY-SIXTH YEAR by GEORGE GORDON BYRON FLOWERS WITHOUT FRUIT by JOHN HENRY NEWMAN UNEXPECTED FORTUNE by ABUL QASIM OF SILVES MYRMIDONES: THE WOUNDED EAGLE by AESCHYLUS IF I GROW OLD by ETHEL BERRY ALLEN THE LAY OF ST. NICHOLAS by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM CONCLUDING VERSES, AFTER RETURNING HOME FROM AN AUTUMNAL MORNING WALK by BERNARD BARTON |