I ASK not wealth, but power to take And use the things I have aright, Not years, but wisdom that shall make My life a profit and delight. I ask not, that for me, the plan Of good and ill be set aside; But that the common lot of man Be nobly borne, and glorified. I know I may not always keep My steps in places green and sweet, Nor find the pathway of the deep A path of safety for my feet; But pray, that when the tempest's breath Shall fiercely sweep my way about, I make not shipwreck of my faith In the unbottomed sea of doubt; And that, though it be mine to know How hard the stoniest pillow seems, Good angels still may come and go, About the places of my dreams. I do not ask for love below, That friends shall never be estranged; But for the power of loving, so My heart may keep its youth unchanged. Youth, joy, wealth -- Fate I give thee these; Leave faith and hope till life is past; And leave my heart's best impulses Fresh and unfailing to the last! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BROKEN HEART by JOHN DONNE A SHROPSHIRE LAD: 62 by ALFRED EDWARD HOUSMAN THE SUMMER IS ENDED (2) by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 51. ASH-SHAHID by EDWIN ARNOLD SONNETS OF MANHOOD: 27. ENGLAND by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) |