HAD I the grace to win the grace Of some old man in lore complete, My face would worship at his face, And I sit lowly at his feet. Had I the grace to win the grace Of childhood, loving shy, apart, The child should find a nearer place, And teach me resting on my heart. Had I the grace to win the grace Of maiden living all above, My soul would trample down the base, That she might have a man to love. A grace I had no grace to win Knocks now at my half open door: Ah, Lord of glory, come thou in! Thy grace divine is all, and more. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MONODY ON THE DEATH OF WILLIAM MARION REEDY by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE LOST JEWEL by EMILY DICKINSON THE AGONY [AGONIE] by GEORGE HERBERT THE FISHERMAN by GAMALIEL BRADFORD UNDER THE BLUE by FRANCIS FISHER BROWNE CHILDE HAROLD'S PILGRIMAGE: CANTO 2 by GEORGE GORDON BYRON CHILDE HAROLD'S PILGRIMAGE: CANTO 4 by GEORGE GORDON BYRON PALAMON AND ARCITE, OR THE KNIGHT'S TALE: BOOK 1 by GEOFFREY CHAUCER |