Lord, give me love that I may love Thee much, Yea, give me love that I may love Thee more. And all for love may worship and adore And touch Thee with love's consecrated touch. I halt to-day ; be love my cheerful crutch. My feet to plod, some day my wings to soar: Some day ; but, Lord, not any day before Thou call me perfect, having made me such. This is a day of love, a day of sorrow. Love tempering sorrow to a sort of bliss; A day that shortens while we call it long: A longer day of love will dawn tomorrow, A longer, brighter, lovelier day than this. Endless, all love, no sorrow, but a song. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES HER DILEMMA; IN CHURCH by THOMAS HARDY DERELICT; A REMINISCENCE OF R.L.S.'S TREASURE ISLAND by YOUNG EWING ALLISON A LAMENT FOR PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN THE UNKNOWN DEAD by LEVI BISHOP |