AT the dawn, I seek Thee, Refuge and rock sublime,— Set my prayer before Thee in the morning, And my prayer at eventime. I before Thy greatness Stand, and am afraid:— All my secret thoughts Thine eye beholdeth Deep within my bosom laid. And withal what is it Heart and tongue can do? What is this my strength, and what is even This the spirit in me too? But verily man's singing May seem good to Thee; So will I thank Thee, praising, while there dwelleth Yet the breath of God in me. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BUCOLIC COMEDY: THE FOX; FOR ANN PEARN by EDITH SITWELL OUT OF THE OLD HOUSE, NANCY by WILLIAM MCKENDREE CARLETON OLD SUSAN by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE ODE FOR THE AMERICAN DEAD IN ASIA by THOMAS MCGRATH SONNET: 1 by CHARLES HAMILTON SORLEY THE LOST GODS ABIDING by WILLIAM ROSE BENET |