Not more of light I ask, O God, But eyes to see what is: Not sweeter songs, but ears to hear The present melodies: Not more of strength, but how to use The power that I possess: Not more of love, but skill to turn A frown to a caress: Not more of joy, but how to feel Its kindly presence near To give to others all I have Of courage and of cheer. No other gifts, dear God, I ask, But only sense to see How best these precious gifts to use Thou hast bestowed on me. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON AN INTAGLIO HEAD OF MINERVA (1) by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH PISCATAQUA RIVER by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH A VALEDICTION: OF MY NAME IN THE WINDOW by JOHN DONNE TO HESTER [SAVORY] by CHARLES LAMB CROSSING THE BAR by ALFRED TENNYSON THE LORD OF BURLEIGH by ALFRED TENNYSON |