Lift me, O God, above myself, -- Above my highest spheres, Above the thralling things of sense To clearer atmospheres. Lift me above the little things, -- My poor sufficiencies, My perverse will, my lack of zeal, My inefficiencies; -- Above the earth-born need that gropes, With foolish hankerings, About earth's cumbered lower slopes For earthly garnerings. Above the vanities and cates Of the Forbidden Land; -- Above the passions and the hates That flame there hand in hand. Lift me, O God, above myself, Above these lesser things, Above my little gods of clay, And all their capturings. And grant my soul a glad new birth, And fledge it strong new wings, That it may soar above the earth To nobler prosperings. Lift me, O God, above myself, That, in Thy time and day, I somewhat grace Thy fosterings And climb Thy loftier Way. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BOTTOM DRAWER by MARY A. BARR APRIL by MARY RUSSELL BARTLETT THE PIONEER by HENRY MEADE BLAND THE TEAMSTER by MATHILDE BLIND VILLAGE GREEN by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN THE BLIND GIRL OF CASTEL-CUILLE by JACQUES BOE THE HANDS THAT HANG DOWN by ADA CAMBRIDGE |