I WAS a grovelling creature once, And basely cleaved to earth; I wanted spirit to renounce The clod that gave me birth. But God has breathed upon a worm, And sent me from above Wings such as clothe an angel's form, The wings of joy and love. With these to Pisgah's top I fly, And there delighted stand, To view beneath a shining sky The spacious promised land. The Lord of all the vast domain Has promised it to me, The length and breadth of all the plain As far as faith can see. How glorious is my privilege! To thee for help I call; I stand upon a mountain's edge, Oh save me, lest I fall! Though much exalted in the Lord, My strength is not my own; Then let me tremble at his word, And none shall cast me down. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE THREE LITTLE KITTENS (A CAT'S TALE, WITH ADDITIONS) by ELIZA LEE CABOT FOLLEN TRANSFORMATIONS by THOMAS HARDY WORDLY WISE (5) by MOTHER GOOSE AN OLD BATTLE-FIELD by FRANK LEBBY STANTON THE GIRLS' LOT by AGATHIAS SCHOLASTICUS INVITED GUESTS by FRANCES EKIN ALLISON WINGS AT DAWN by JOSEPH AUSLANDER THE NURSE'S STORY: THE HAND OF GLORY by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM SONNETS OF MANHOOD: 21. THE WORLD'S MARRIAGE MORN by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) |