"The Lord is in his holy temple; -- let all the Earth keep silence before him." THE Lord is on his holy throne, He sits in kingly state; Let those who for his favor seek, In humble silence wait. Your sorrows to his eye are known, Your secret motives clear, It needeth not the pomp of words, To pour them on his ear. Doth Death thy bosom's cell invade? Yield up thy flower of grass: Swells the world's wrathful billow high? Bow down, and let it pass. Press not thy purpose on thy God, Urge not thine erring will, Nor dictate to the Eternal mind, Nor doubt thy Maker's skill. True prayer is not the noisy sound That clamorous lips repeat, But the deep silence of a soul That clasps Jehovah's feet. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE WANTS OF MAN by JOHN QUINCY ADAMS EARTH'S IMMORTALITIES: FAME by ROBERT BROWNING THE WATER MILL by SARAH DOUDNEY THE PHANTOM KISS by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR A SONG OF PROGRESS by ALEXANDER ANDERSON BRUCE CONSULTS HIS MEN by JOHN BARBOUR VERSES, OCCASIONED BY AN AFFECTING INSTANCE OF SUDDEN DEATH by BERNARD BARTON |