AWAY with all life's memories, Away with hopes, away! Lord, take me up into thy love, And keep me there to-day. I cannot trust to mortal eyes My weakness and my sin; Temptations He alone can judge, Who knows what they have been. But I can trust Him who provides The thirsty ground with dew, And round the wounded beetle builds His grassy house anew. For the same hand that smites with pain, And sends the wintry snows, Doth mould the frozen clod again Into the summer rose. My soul is melted by that love, So tender and so true; I can but cry, My Lord and God, What wilt thou have me do? My blessings all come back to me, And round about me stand; Help me to climb their dizzy stairs Until I touch thy hand. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO A DEAD MAN by CARL SANDBURG HOLY POEMS: 1 by GEORGE BARKER TO THE FRINGED GENTIAN by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT AT LULWORTH COVE A CENTURY BACK by THOMAS HARDY THE PILLAR OF FAME by ROBERT HERRICK THE CHALLENGE by ALEXANDER POPE ALBERT SIDNEY JOHNSTON [APRIL 6, 1862] by KATE BROWNLEE SHERWOOD |