Where'er my flattering passions rove, I find a lurking snare; 'Tis dangerous to let loose our love Beneath the Eternal Fair. Souls whom the tie of friendship binds And partners of our blood, Seize a large portion of our minds, And leave the less for God. Nature has soft but powerful bands, And Reason she controls; While children with their little hands Hang closest to our souls. Thoughtless they act the old serpent's part; What tempting things they be! Lord, how they twine about our heart, And draw it off from thee! Our hasty wills rush blindly on Where rising passion rolls, And thus we make our fetters strong To bind our slavish souls. Dear Sovereign, break these fetters off, And set our spirits free; God in himself is bliss enough, For we have all in thee. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LENNIE SWENSON by KAREN SWENSON ON THE BALCONY by PAUL VERLAINE WHITTIER by MARGARET ELIZABETH MUNSON SANGSTER THE ARGONAUTS (ARGONATUICA): REMORSE by APOLLONIUS RHODIUS RHAPSODY by MARTIN DONISTHORPE ARMSTRONG THE WINTER-SPRING by JOSEPH BEAUMONT |