AWAKE, my soul! Awake, mine eyes! Awake, my drowsy faculties; Awake, and see the new-born light Spring from the darksome womb of Night! Look up and see th' unwearied Sun, Already hath his race begun: The pretty lark is mounted high, And sings her matins in the sky. Arise, my soul! and thou my voice In songs of praise, early rejoice! O Great Creator! Heavenly King! Thy praises let me ever sing! Thy power has made, Thy goodness kept This fenceless body while I slept, Yet one day more hast given me From all the powers of darkness free: O keep my heart from sin secure, My life unblameable and pure, That when the last of all my days is come, Cheerful and fearless I may wait my doom. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MY PRAYER by HENRY DAVID THOREAU CHANNING by AMOS BRONSON ALCOTT POUR FORTH THE WINE! by JOHN STUART BLACKIE THE CARDIN' O'T by ROBERT BURNS THE PASSING OF WOODROW WILSON, PROPHET OF PEACE by VINCENT GODFREY BURNS THE PURGATORY OF SAINT PATRICK by PEDRO CALDERON DE LA BARCA |