When I am tired, the Bible is my bed; Or in the dark, the Bible is my light; When I am hungry, it is vital bread; Or fearful, it is armor for the fight. When I am sick, 'tis healing medicine; Or lonely, thronging friends I find therein. If I would work, the Bible is my tool; Or play, it is a harp of happy sound. If I am ignorant, it is my school; If I am sinking, it is solid ground. If I am cold, the Bible is my fire; And it is wings, if boldly I aspire. Should I be lost, the Bible is my guide; Or naked, it is raiment rich and warm. Am I imprisoned, it is ranges wide; Or tempest-tossed, a shelter from the storm. Would I adventure, 'tis a gallant sea; Or would I rest, it is a flowery lea. Does gloom oppress? The Bible is a sun. Or ugliness? It is a garden fair. Am I athirst? How cool its currents run! Or stifled? What a vivifying air! Since thus thou givest of thyself to me, How should I give myself, great Book, to thee! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO QUILCA; A COUNTRY HOUSE IN NO GOOD REPAIR by JONATHAN SWIFT THE SEAMY SIDE OF MOTLEY by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS THALIA by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 5. ALLAH-AL-KUDDUS by EDWIN ARNOLD THE GEATE A-VALLEN TO by WILLIAM BARNES CLOUDY JUNE by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN |