Lord, what a change within us one short hour Spent in Thy presence will avail to make! What heavy burdens from our bosoms take! What parched grounds refresh as with a shower! We kneel, and all around us seems to lower; We rise, and all, the distant and the near, Stands forth in sunny outline, brave and clear; We kneel, how weak; we rise, how full of power! Why, therefore, should we do ourselves this wrong, Or others--that we are not always strong-- That we are sometimes overborne with care-- That we should ever weak or heartless be, Anxious or troubled--when with us is prayer, And joy and strength and courage are with Thee? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO AN INTRA-MURAL RAT by MARIANNE MOORE LETTER TO JOSEPH WARREN by ROBERT FROST THE SEMANTICS OF FLOWERS ON MEMORIAL DAY by BOB HICOK WHEN I RISE UP by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE SUICIDE by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON A REPUBLIC! by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE NEW APOCRYPHA: THE FIG TREE by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |