AMID the broken waters of our ever-restless thought, Oh be my verse an answering gleam from higher radiance caught; That where through dark o'erarching boughs of sorrow, doubt, and sin, The glorious Star of Bethlehem upon the flood looks in, Its tiny trembling ray may bid some down-cast vision turn To that enkindling Light, for which all earthly shadows yearn. Oh be my verse a hidden stream, which silently may flow Where drooping leaf and thirsty flower in lonely valleys grow; And often by its shady course to pilgrim hearts be brought The quiet and refreshment of an upward-pointing thought; Till, blending with the broad bright stream of sanctified endeavor, God's glory be its ocean home, the end it seeketh ever. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FOR LAUREL AND HARDY ON MY WORKROOM WALL by DAVID WAGONER VLAMERTINGHE: PASSING THE CHATEAU, JULY 1917 by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN A PASTORAL DIALOGUE: SHEPHERD, NYMPH, CHORUS by THOMAS CAREW APOLOGIA PRO VITA SUA by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE THE WIND ON THE HILLS by DORA SIGERSON SHORTER |