I. THE turf shall be my fragrant shrine; My temple, Lord! that arch of thine; My censer's breath the mountain airs, And silent thoughts my only prayers. II. My choir shall be the moonlight waves, When murmuring homeward to their caves, Or when the stillness of the sea, E'en more than music, breathes of Thee! III. I'll seek, by day, some glade unknown, All light and silence, like thy Throne! And the pale stars shall be, at night, The only eyes that watch my rite. IV. Thy heaven, on which 'tis bliss to look, Shall be my pure and shining book, Where I shall read, in words of flame, The glories of thy wondrous name. V. I'll read thy anger in the rack That clouds awhile the day-beam's track; Thy mercy in the azure hue Of sunny brightness, breaking through! VI. There's nothing bright, above, below, From flowers that bloom to stars that glow, But in its light my soul can see Some feature of thy deity! VII. There's nothing dark, below, above, But in its gloom I trace thy love, And meekly wait that moment, when Thy touch shall turn all bright again! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE DAY IS DONE by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW THE OLD MAN'S COMFORTS AND HOW HE GAINED THEM by ROBERT SOUTHEY THE SHEPHEARDES CALENDER: OCTOBER by EDMUND SPENSER THE THEME AND THE PUPPET by LETA GRACE BORLAND AN INVECTIVE AGAINST THE WORLD, SELECTION by NICHOLAS BRETON |