UNWEARIED God, before whose face The night is clear as day, Whilst we, poor worms, o'er life's scant race Now creep, and now delay, We with death's foretaste alternate Our labour's dint and sorrow's weight, Save in that fever-troubled state When pain or care has sway. Dread Lord! Thy glory, watchfulness, Is but disease in man; We to our cost our bounds transgress In Thy eternal plan: Pride grasps the powers by Thee display'd, Yet ne'er the rebel effort made But fell beneath the sudden shade Of nature's withering ban. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE CHAM TOWERS AT DA NANG by KAREN SWENSON THE THRUSH'S NEST by JOHN CLARE MUSKETAQUID by RALPH WALDO EMERSON A NEWPORT ROMANCE by FRANCIS BRET HARTE SAILING BEYOND SEAS (OLD STYLE) by JEAN INGELOW O BLACK AND UNKNOWN BARDS by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON |