O LORD, fulfil Thy Will, Be the days few or many, good or ill: Prolong them, to suffice For offering up ourselves Thy sacrifice; Shorten them if Thou wilt, To make in righteousness an end of guilt. Yea, they will not be long To souls who learn to sing a patient song; Yea, short they will not be To souls on tiptoe to flee home to Thee. O Lord, fulfil Thy Will: Make Thy Will ours, and keep us patient still, Be the days few or many, good or ill. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A CLEVER WOMAN by MARY ELIZABETH COLERIDGE WE WEAR THE MASK by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR OCTOBER by PHILIP EDWARD THOMAS THE CLOAK by ANNA LOUISE BARNEY CHRISTMAS AFTER WAR by KATHARINE LEE BATES EUCALYPTUS TREES by SISTER BENEDICTION |