LEAD gently, Lord, and slow, For oh, my steps are weak, And ever as I go, Some soothing sentence speak; That I may turn my face Through doubt's obscurity Toward thine abiding-place, E'en tho' I cannot see. For lo, the way is dark; Through mist and cloud I grope, Save for that fitful spark, The little flame of hope. Lead gently, Lord, and slow, For fear that I may fall; I know not where to go Unless I hear thy call. My fainting soul doth yearn For thy green hills afar; So let thy mercy burn -- My greater, guiding star! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPELT FROM SIBYL'S LEAVES by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS IN A GARDEN by ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE LITTLE BOATIE'; A SLUMBER SONG FOR THE FISHERMAN'S CHILD by HENRY VAN DYKE SONG ON THE WATER (2) by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES THE LAST MAN: RECEPTION OF EVIL TIDINGS by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES THE GREY MONK by WILLIAM BLAKE |