MY child is lying on my knees; The signs of heaven she reads; My face is all the heaven she sees, Is all the heaven she needs. And she is well, yea, bathed in bliss, If heaven is in my face,-- Behind it is all tenderness And truthfulness and grace. I mean her well so earnestly, Unchanged in changing mood; My life would go without a sigh To bring her something good. I also am a child, and I Am ignorant and weak; I gaze upon the starry sky, And then I must not speak; For all behind the starry sky, Behind the world so broad, Behind men's hearts and souls doth lie The Infinite of God. Ay, true to her, though troubled sore, I cannot choose but be: Thou who art peace forevermore Art very true to me. If I am low and sinful, bring More love where need is rife; Thou knowest what an awful thing It is to be a life. Hast thou not wisdom to enwrap My waywardness about, In doubting safety on the lap Of Love that knows no doubt? Lo! Lord, I sit in thy wide space, My child upon my knee; She looketh up into my face, And I look up to thee. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CLOTHES by JEAN STARR UNTERMEYER ODE ON THE DEATH OF THE DUKE OF WELLINGTON by ALFRED TENNYSON ITALIAN MUSIC IN DAKOTA (THE SEVENTEENTH - THE FINEST REGIMENTAL BAND) by WALT WHITMAN TRACT by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS |