SINCE o'er thy footstool here below Such radiant gems are strown, Oh, what magnificence must glow, My God, about thy throne! So brilliant here these drops of light, There the full ocean rolls, how bright! If night's blue curtain of the sky, With thousand stars inwrought, Hung like a royal canopy With glittering diamonds fraught, Be, Lord, thy temple's outer veil, What splendor at the shrine must dwell! The dazzling sun at noontide hour, Forth from his flaming vase Flinging o'er earth the golden shower Till vale and mountain blaze, But shows, O Lord, one beam of thine: What, then, the day where thou dost shine! Ah, how shall these dim eyes endure That noon of living rays! Or how my spirit, so impure, Upon thy brightness gaze! Anoint, O Lord, anoint my sight, And robe me for that world of light. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON ANOTHER'S SORROW, FR. SONGS OF INNOCENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE THE PLAINT OF THE CAMEL by CHARLES EDWARD CARRYL SORROW by AUBREY THOMAS DE VERE NO BABY IN THE HOUSE by CLARA G. DOLLIVER KEATS (1) by LIZETTE WOODWORTH REESE THE DOUBLE-HEADED SNAKE OF NEWBURY by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER LOVE'S WISDOM by ALFRED AUSTIN |