AY, truly, dearest, thou art form'd to guide; To guide, to shelter, to uphold and bless, And I can walk with brave heart at thy side, Safe in thy spirit's strength and tenderness. Thine eye, so clear, the dim way can discern, No track in life looks doubtful unto thee, Oh, let me take thy hand, and meekly learn The way of duty, sometimes dark to me. Thy mind is like a torch that through the gloom Sheds a clear brightness where our feet should tread; O blessed lot, from altar to the tomb, By hand and heart so steadfast to be led! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A POEM FROM BOULDER RIDGE by JAMES GALVIN THE SMALL SELF AND THE LIBERAL SELF by JAMES GALVIN EPITAPH FOR A SOLDIER by DAVID IGNATOW THE CORNUCOPIA OF RED AND GREEN COMFITS by AMY LOWELL |