OH, teach me to love Thee, to feel what thou art, Till, filled with the one sacred image, my heart Shall all other passions disown; Like some pure temple that shines apart, Reserved for Thy worship alone. In joy and in sorrow, thro' praise and thro' blame, Thus still let me, living and dying the same, In Thy service bloom and decay Like some lone altar whose votive flame In holiness wasteth away. Tho' born in this desert, and doomed by my birth To pain and affliction , to darkness and dearth, On Thee let my spirit rely --- Like some rude dial, that, fixt on earth, Still looks for its light from the sky. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE CONVERGENCE OF THE TWAIN; LINES ON LOSS OF THE TITANIC by THOMAS HARDY KEATS; SONNET by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW THE LAY OF THE LOVELORN; PARODY OF TENNYSON'S 'LOCKSLEY HALL' by THEODORE MARTIN EPIGRAM ON QUEEN CAROLINE'S DEATHBED by ALEXANDER POPE TIPPERARY: 4. BY OUR OWN A. E. HOUSMAN by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS EMBLEMS OF LOVE: 31. 'TIS YIELDING GAINS THE LOVER VICTORY by PHILIP AYRES BOTHWELL: PART 6 by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN THE IMPROVISATORE: RODOLPH THE WILD by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES |