Within my holy place My Chiefest One is dwelling, Not as a passing guest But of His own houseling. O, miracle of grace, My whole heart's love compelling -- Within this tiny space The Lord of all Good Life, The Very Light of Life and Love Is dwelling! And now my happy tears Have washed away my fears, And, past all mortal telling, Within my heart the tide of Love To fullest flood is welling. Praise be to Thee! To Thee unending praise, For all the glowing depth and height Of these God-given days! For Thy sweet grace Which in this place Doth time and space alike efface, And, merging faith in heavenly sight, Dares, with its inner mystic light, To look upon Thy face. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE DESIRE OF NATIONS by EDWIN MARKHAM BETRAND AND GOURGAUD TALK OVER OLD TIMES by EDGAR LEE MASTERS WOMEN AND ROSES by ROBERT BROWNING SESTINA: 1. OF THE LADY PIETRA DEGLI SCROVIGNI by DANTE ALIGHIERI MONNA INNOMINATA, A SONNET OF SONNETS: 6 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI SONNET: 138 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE TO THE MOON (1) by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY |