I HAVE enough, O God! My heart to-night Runs over with its fulness of content; And as I look out on the fragrant stars, And from the beauty of the night take in @3My@1 priceless portion -- yet myself no more Than in the universe a grain of sand -- I feel His glory who could make a world, Yet in the lost depths of the wilderness Leave not a flower unfinish'd! Rich, though poor! My low-roof'd cottage is this hour a heaven. Music is in it -- and the song she sings, That sweet-voiced wife of mine, arrests the ear Of my young child awake upon her knee; And with his calm eye on his master's face, My noble hound lies couchant -- and all here -- All in this little home, yet boundless heaven -- Are, in such love as I have power to give, Blessed to overflowing. Thou, who look'st Upon my brimming heart this tranquil eve, Knowest its fulness, as thou dost the dew Sent to the hidden violet by Thee; And, as that flower, from its unseen abode, Sends its sweet breath up, duly, to the sky, Changing its gift to incense, so, oh God! May the sweet drops that to my humble cup Find their far way from heaven, send up, to Thee, Fragrance at thy throne welcome! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...JOY (2) by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON ALNWICK CASTLE by FITZ-GREENE HALLECK REBECCA'S HYMN, FR. IVANHOE by WALTER SCOTT COMPLAINS OF THE COURT by PHILIP AYRES ON A TWIN AT TWO YEARS OLD DEAD OF A CONSUMPTION by WILLIAM BROWNE (1591-1643) FILIPPO BALDINUCCI ON THE PRIVILEGE OF BURIAL by ROBERT BROWNING THE CARDINAL FLOWER by JOHN BURROUGHS |