O Father, God! to whom in happier days My father bade me cry when troubles fall, Again I come before thy tribunal Too faint for prayer and all too blind for praise, Yet owning never through life's dim career The eye that would not see and reckless ear: Against my head no more thy tempests call; Refreshing that wild sorrow of the heart And those fierce tears, another morning raise Upon this vision now so dimmed and swoln: Guide me as once unto thy feet to flee Claiming no price of labor, place, or part, And only seek before thy footstool fall'n Tears in mine eyes, to lift these hands of me. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A VALEDICTION: OF THE BOOKE by JOHN DONNE ALNWICK CASTLE by FITZ-GREENE HALLECK MONNA INNOMINATA, A SONNET OF SONNETS: 3 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI MARCH'S DAUGHTER by MAUDE PHILIPS BOARD THE RECOVERY OF MISS JESSY LEWARS by ROBERT BURNS SIDNEY'S ASTROPHEL AND STELLA: CANTO QUARTO by THOMAS CAMPION |