I have lifted my eyes to the strength of the hills At the dawn of the day; Felt the quickening stir of power that thrills, Seen the night drift away; Caught the first flush of dawn. Who is this, then, that fills With His spirit my clay? He that slumbereth not while I slumber, nor sleeps While, protected, I sleep; Who creates, shall sustain—who gave life shall renew— Who hath promised, shall keep: My shade from the sun and my shelter from the storm, In the dark a clear flame, It is He—ever Friend and Preserver, O Soul! The Lord is His name! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE RAVAGED VILLA by HERMAN MELVILLE NEW PRINCE, NEW POMP by ROBERT SOUTHWELL EPISTLES ON THE CHARACTER AND CONDITION OF WOMEN: 1 by LUCY AIKEN I WOULD BE THE SUN by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS THE STORM by ANNA A. ARMBRUSTER A WOMAN'S ANSWER TO THE VAMPIRE by FELICIA BLAKE |