O GOD, Thy world is sweet with prayer; The breath of Christ is in the air; We rise on Thy free Spirit's wings, And every thought within as sings. Thou art our Morning and our Sun; Our work is glad, in Thee begun; Our footworn path is fresh with dew, For Thou createst all things new. O God, within us and above, Close to us in the Christ we love, Through Him, our only Guide and Way, May heavenly life be ours to-day! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE KNIGHT'S TOMB by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE THE OVIDIAN ELEGIAC METRE, DESCRIBED AND EXEMPLIFIED by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE THE WOODLARK by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS FLAMMONDE by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON AT LORD'S [CRICKET GROUND] by FRANCIS THOMPSON ODE TO THE RIVER TEIGN by JOHN CODRINGTON BAMPFYLDE SONNETS OF MANHOOD: 27. ENGLAND by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) |