OH! God of mercy, let my lyre Speak with energetic fire; And teach my infant tongue to raise, The grateful animated lays. While musing at thy hallowed shrine, I listen to thy word divine; I bless the page of genuine truth; Oh! may its precepts guide my youth. To Thee, thou Good Supreme ! I bend, Do thou the humble prayer attend. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE INNER VISION by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH ON THE GRASSHOPPER by ANACREON THE IDEAL by KATHARINE LEE BATES DUTY by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING DIS ALITER VISUM; OR, LE BYRON DE NOS JOURS by ROBERT BROWNING |