My God and King! to thee I bow my knee, I bow my troubled soul, and greet With my foul heart thy holy feet. Cast it, or tread it! It shall do Even what thou wilt, and praise thee too. My God, could I weep blood, Gladly I would; Or if thou wilt give me that art, Which through the eyes pours out the heart, I will exhaust it all, and make Myself all tears, a weeping lake. O! 'tis an easy thing To write and sing; But to write true, unfeigned verse Is very hard! O God, disperse These weights, and give my spirit leave To act as well as to conceive! O my God, hear my cry; Or let me die! -- | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LATEST DECALOGUE by ARTHUR HUGH CLOUGH DUTY SURVIVING SELF-LOVE; THE ONLY SURE FRIEND OF DECLINING LIFE by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE THE WORLD'S DESIRE by WILLIAM ROSE BENET THE CONVERSION by RALPH WILHELM BERGENGREN THANKS TO SIR WALTER by CHARLES WILLIAM BRODRIBB I SEE A FORM, I SEE A FACE by ROBERT BURNS THE INVENTORY, IN ANSWER TO ... SURVEYOR OF TXAES by ROBERT BURNS |