Thy hand, the central point of power! My mouth, so poor and weak! But touch it, Lord, and in that hour I shall be strong to speak. My tongue shall thrill with eager stress, Nor ever lag again; And, touched by God's almightiness, Shall touch the hearts of men. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE CANTERBURY TALES: THE GENERAL PROLOGUE by GEOFFREY CHAUCER HEROIC LOVE by JAMES GRAHAM (1612-1650) THE IMPROVISATORE: RODOLPH THE WILD by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES THE IVORY GATE: DIRGE by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES THE MODERN JUDAS by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE |