Because of your firm faith, I kept the track Whose sharp set stones my strength had almost spent— I could not meet your eyes, if I turned back, So on I went. Because of your strong love, I held my path When battered, worn and bleeding in the fight— How could I meet your true eyes, blazing wrath? So I kept right. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...JOHNNY APPLESEED by EDGAR LEE MASTERS NEBUCHADNEZZAR: OR EATING GRASS by EDGAR LEE MASTERS LONGFELLOW by JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY A DEDICATION by ALFRED TENNYSON ON THE DEATH OF THE REV. MR. GEORGE WHITEFIELD, 1770 by PHILLIS WHEATLEY THOUGHT OF A BRITON ON THE SUBJUGATION OF SWITZERLAND by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH |