Lord, we are rivers running to Thy sea, Our waves and ripples all derived from Thee: A nothing we should have, a nothing be. Except for Thee. Sweet are the waters of Thy shoreless sea. Make sweet our waters that make haste to Thee; Pour in Thy sweetness, that ourselves may be Sweetness to Thee. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LANDSCAPE by EDGAR LEE MASTERS TO W.P.: 3 by GEORGE SANTAYANA THE RIGS O' BARLEY by ROBERT BURNS THE ARROW AND THE SONG by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW POCAHONTAS by GEORGE POPE MORRIS ONE PERSON: 16 by ELINOR WYLIE A SUMMER NIGHT by MATTHEW ARNOLD |