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 BLACK REGIMENT by GEORGE HENRY BOKER ALL THAT'S PAST by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE AT THE PICTURE-SHOW by KARLE WILSON BAKER ON THE DEATH OF MRS. MARTINEAU by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD SONNET: 6 by RICHARD BARNFIELD URANIA; THE WOMAN IN THE MOON: THE FOURTH CANTO, OR LAST QUARTER by WILLIAM BASSE |