THE Lord is my teacher, I shall not lose the way. He leadeth me in the lowly path of learning, He prepareth a lesson for me every day; He bringeth me to the clear fountains of instruction, Little by little he showeth me the beauty of truth. The world is a great book that he hath written, He turneth the leaves for me slowly; They are all inscribed with images and letters, He poureth light on the pictures and the words. He taketh me by the hand to the hill-top of vision, And my soul is glad when I perceive his meaning; In the valley also he walketh beside me, In the dark places he whispereth to my heart. Even though my lesson be hard it is not hopeless, For the Lord is patient with his slow scholar; He will wait awhile for my weakness, And help me to read the truth through tears. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LOVER MOURNS FOR THE LOSS OF LOVE by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS OLNEY HYMNS: 35. LIGHT SHINING OUT OF DARKNESS by WILLIAM COWPER A SHROPSHIRE LAD: 21. BREDON HILL by ALFRED EDWARD HOUSMAN TO THE UNKNOWN EROS: BOOK 1: 8. DEPARTURE by COVENTRY KERSEY DIGHTON PATMORE THE CONFIDENT SCIENTIST by ALEXIS TO HIMSELF; AN ODE by ANACREON |