I KNEEL before Thee, Lord, oh hear my cry; From its sore burden set my spirit free, And give my longing wings to soar toward Thee Through the pure ether of the upper sky, And find Thee, find Thee, though Thou art so high! Give me to eat from that most sacred tree Whose leaves of healing wave eternally -- Fed full of life by Thee, I shall not die, Or, dying, die but to be newly born In that glad day whereof Thou art the light, -- The light whose glories do eclipse the morn, And blind the sun, and put to death the night -- O Life, O Light, O God, let me be Thine; Sun of all worlds, upon my darkness shine! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MY LOST YOUTH by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW THE TRAGICAL HISTORY OF THE LIFE AND DEATH OF DOCTOR FAUSTUS by CHRISTOPHER MARLOWE ST. ISAAC'S CHURCH, PETROGRAD by CLAUDE MCKAY WINTERTIME by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON THE TWO GLASSES by ELLA WHEELER WILCOX ODES: BOOK 1: ODE 7. ON THE USE OF POETRY by MARK AKENSIDE |