O GOD, whose daylight leadeth down Into the sunless way, Who with restoring sleep dost crown The labour of the day! What I have done, Lord, make it clean With thy forgiveness dear; That so to-day what might have been, To-morrow may appear. And when my thought is all astray, Yet think thou on in me; That with the new-born innocent day My soul rise fresh and free. Nor let me wander all in vain Through dreams that mock and flee; But even in visions of the brain, Go wandering toward thee. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONNETS FROM THE PORTUGUESE: 20 by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING THE VALSE by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR CHRISTMAS TREES; A CHRISTMAS CIRCULAR LETTER by ROBERT FROST TO THE PLIOCENE SKULL by FRANCIS BRET HARTE THREE KINGS OF ORIENT by JOHN HENRY HOPKINS JR. |