LORD, to Thine own grant watchful hearts and eyes; Hearts strung to prayer, awake while eyelids sleep; Eyes patient till the end to watch and weep. So will sleep nourish power to wake and rise With Virgins who keep vigil and are wise, To sow among all sowers who shall reap, From out man's deep to call Thy vaster deep, And tread the uphill track to Paradise. Sweet souls! so patient that they make no moan, So calm on journey that they seem at rest, So rapt in prayer that half they dwell in heaven, Thankful for all withheld and all things given; So lit by love that Christ shines manifest Transfiguring their aspects to His own. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE COUNTY OF MAYO by THOMAS LAVELLE HOME by LEONIDAS OF ALEXANDRIA TO MR. GAY, WHO WROTE HIM A CONGRATULATORY LETTER ON FINISHING HOUSE by ALEXANDER POPE MONNA INNOMINATA, A SONNET OF SONNETS: 8 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI SING-SONG; A NURSERY RHYME BOOK: 97 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI THE OLD BURYING-GROUND by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER ALARIC AT ROME by MATTHEW ARNOLD |