1 To infancy, O Lord, again I come, That I my manhood may improve: My early tutor is the womb; I still my cradle love. 'Tis strange that I should wisest be, When least I could an error see. 2 Till I gain strength against temptation, I Perceive it safest to abide An infant still; and therefore fly (A lowly state may hide A man from danger) to the womb, That I may yet new-born become. 3 My God, Thy bounty then did ravish me! Before I learned to be poor, I always did Thy riches see, And thankfully adore: Thy glory and Thy goodness were My sweet companions all the year. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE POPLAR by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM EPIGRAM: HERO AND LEANDER by JOHN DONNE OVERLOOKING THE RIVER STOUR by THOMAS HARDY THE RUBAIYAT, 1879 EDITION: 24 by OMAR KHAYYAM THE FOLLY OF BEING COMFORTED by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS |