O GOD, who canst not change nor fail, Guiding the hours, as they roll by, Bright'ning with beams the morning pale, And burning in the mid-day sky, Quench Thou the fires of hate and strife, The wasting fever of the heart; From perils guard our feeble life, And to our souls Thy peace impart. Grant this, O Father, Only Son, And Holy Spirit, God of grace, To whom all glory, Three in One, Be given in every time and place. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...READ THE SIGNS by CLARENCE MAJOR POOR DEVIL! by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET FOREST FLOWERS by ROBERT FROST A PORTRAIT OF MY ROOF by JAMES GALVIN PENDULUM by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON LA RONDE DU DIABLE by AMY LOWELL VOICES OF THE AIR by KATHERINE MANSFIELD THE BURIAL OF BOSTON CORBETT (ONE WARDEN TO ANOTHER) by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |