Life that was born to-day Must make no stay But tend to end As blossom-bloom of May. O Lord, confirm my root. Train up my shoot, To live and give Harvest of wholesome fruit. Life that was born to die Sets heart on high. And counts and mounts Steep stages of the sky. Two things, Lord, I desire And I require; Love's name, and flame To wrap my soul in fire. Life that was born to love Sends heart above Both cloud and shroud. And broods a peaceful dove. Two things I ask of Thee; Deny not me; Eyesight and light Thy Blessed Face to see. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONNET, WRITTEN IN JANUARY 1817 by JOHN KEATS THE SHOOTING OF DAN MCGREW by ROBERT WILLIAM SERVICE THE OWL (1) by ALFRED TENNYSON SONNETS OF MANHOOD: 26. BEYOND by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) TO A GARDEN -- ON LEAVING IT by WILLIAM BARNES DIRGE FOR A YOUNG MAIDEN by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES A SONG OF MARY by AGNES H. BEGBIE |