Classic and Contemporary Poetry
A MORNING SONG, by ISAAC WATTS Poet's Biography First Line: My god, who makes the sun to know Last Line: Has all been spent in vain. Subject(s): Morning | ||||||||
MY God, who makes the Sun to know His proper hour to rise, And to give light to all below, Doth send him round the skies. When from the chamber of the east His morning race begins, He never tires, nor stops to rest, But round the world he shines. So, like the Sun, would I fulfil The business of the day; Begin my work betimes, and still March on my heavenly way. Give me, O Lord, thy early grace, Nor let my soul complain That the young morning of my days Has all been spent in vain. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MORNING SONG by KARLE WILSON BAKER THE WHARF ON THAMES-SIDE: WINTER DAWN by LAURENCE BINYON POEM BEFORE BREAKFAST by TED KOOSER I'VE BEEN ASLEEP by PHILIP LEVINE SPRNG DAY: BREAKFAST TABLE by AMY LOWELL THE WAYSIDE STATION by EDWIN MUIR |
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