My fount of beauty this year, Oh God, Has been the building of Thy Tabernacle. This task, so seeming hard, Thou hast stripped Of difficulties, and lent Thine aid in overcoming Many matters that blunt the sense and dull the vision. Lift up the hearts of Thy people, Oh God, And shed radiance over Thy new House of Worship; Help us to make it lasting and to keep it holy; Prompt us to preserve peace, and in sweet serenity To fathom the infinite wisdom and spiritual strength Of Thy Teachings. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FANCIES AT NAVESINK: 6 by WALT WHITMAN TO A FRIEND WHOSE WORK HAS COME TO NOTHING by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS POLYHYMNIA: SONNET TO LADY FALKLAND UPON HER GOING TO INTO IRELAND by WILLIAM BASSE AN EASTER HYMN by THOMAS BLACKBURN YESTERDAY by CHARLES GRANGER BLANDEN ON SEEING THE BEAUTIFUL SEAT OF LORD GALLOWAY by ROBERT BURNS |