Classic and Contemporary Poetry
TRUST (2), by ALICE CARY Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Away with all life's memories Last Line: Until I touch thy hand. Subject(s): Trust; God | ||||||||
AWAY with all life's memories, Away with hopes, away! Lord, take me up into thy love, And keep me there to-day. I cannot trust to mortal eyes My weakness and my sin; Temptations He alone can judge, Who knows what they have been. But I can trust Him who provides The thirsty ground with dew, And round the wounded beetle builds His grassy house anew. For the same hand that smites with pain, And sends the wintry snows, Doth mould the frozen clod again Into the summer rose. My soul is melted by that love, So tender and so true; I can but cry, My Lord and God, What wilt thou have me do? My blessings all come back to me, And round about me stand; Help me to climb their dizzy stairs Until I touch thy hand. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE MOUNTAIN IS STRIPPED by DAVID IGNATOW AS CLOSE AS BREATHING by MARK JARMAN UNHOLY SONNET 1 by MARK JARMAN UNHOLY SONNET 13 by MARK JARMAN BIRTH-DUES by ROBINSON JEFFERS THE SILENT SHEPHERDS by ROBINSON JEFFERS GOING TO THE HORSE FLATS by ROBINSON JEFFERS A SPINSTER'S STINT by ALICE CARY |
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