A TENDER child of summers three, Seeking her little bed at night, Paused on the dark stair timidly. "Oh, mother! Take my hand," said she, "And then the dark will all be light." We older children grope our way From dark behind to dark before; And only when our hands we lay, Dear Lord, in Thine, the night is day, And there is darkness nevermore. Reach downward to the sunless days Wherein our guides are blind as we, And faith is small and hope delays; Take Thou the hands of prayer we raise, And let us feel the light of Thee! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...NURSE'S SONG, FR. SONGS OF EXPERIENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE TO THE FRINGED GENTIAN by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT A COMPARISON [ADDRESSED] TO A YOUNG LADY by WILLIAM COWPER SONNET: TO HIS LUTE by WILLIAM DRUMMOND OF HAWTHORNDEN LESSER EPISTLES: TO A YOUNG LADY WITH SOME LAMPREYS by JOHN GAY HOME, SWEET HOME, FR. CLARI, THE MAID OF MILAN by JOHN HOWARD PAYNE WORLD'S WORTH by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI |