I RISE and raise my clasped hands to Thee! Henceforth, the darkness hath no part in me, Thy sacrifice this day; Abiding firm, and with a freeman's might Stemming the waves of passion in the fight; -- Ah, should I from Thee stray, My hoary head, Thy table where I bow, Will be my shame, which are mine honour now. Thus I set out; -- Lord! lead me on my way! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LONELY BURIAL by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET POETS ARE BORN NOT MADE by ROBERT FROST THE YOUNG WARRIOR by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON IN THE JEWISH SYNAGOGUE AT NEWPORT by EMMA LAZARUS DOMESDAY BOOK: HENRY MURRAY by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |