GOD give me seeing eyes For Beauty, where it lies! Let me not miss it, though its form be new, Nor fail to find it in a strange disguise; Oh, let me see and know that it is true— God give me seeing eyes For Beauty, where it lies! But let Pretense not wear The mask of Beauty fair, Nor steal my homage from her shrine away! Let me see clearly and the Truth declare— If I acclaim the false, my false pen stay! Oh, let Pretense not wear The mask of Beauty fair! And, God, do not withhold My eyes from Beauty old! Let me still see the Light, eternal, true! Let me that light still struggle to uphold, Nor cast aside the old lamp for the new— Dear God, do not withhold My eyes from Beauty old! The soul of me for Beauty ever cries— God give me eyes to see it where it lies! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AT THE BRITISH MUSEUM by RICHARD ALDINGTON SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: AMOS SIBLEY by EDGAR LEE MASTERS LESSER EPISTLES: TO A YOUNG LADY WITH SOME LAMPREYS by JOHN GAY THE SAILOR BOY by ALFRED TENNYSON A PREPARATORY HYMNE TO THE WEEK OF MEDITACIONS UPON, & DEVOUT EXERCISE by JOSEPH BEAUMONT THE IMPROVISATORE: THE INDUCTION TO THE FIRST FYTTE by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES |