O thou of purer eyes than to behold Uncleanness! sift my soul, removing all Strange thoughts, imaginings fantastical, Iniquitous allurements manifold. Make it into a spiritual ark; abode Severely sacred, perfumed, sanctified, Wherein the Prince of Purities may abide -- The holy and eternal Spirit of God. The gross, adhesive loathsomeness of sin, Give me to see. Yet, O far more, far more, That beautiful purity which the saints adore In a consummate Paradise within The Veil, -- O Lord, upon my soul bestow, An earnest of that purity here below. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MAIDEN MELANCHOLY by RAINER MARIA RILKE IN MEMORIAM A.H.H.: 51 by ALFRED TENNYSON THE CAUTIOUS HOUSEHOLDER by ANAXILAS THE SECOND BROTHER; ACT 1, SCENE 2 by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES UNTO US A CHILD IS BORN by AGNES H. BEGBIE |