FOR Morn, my dome of blue, For Meadows, green and gay, And Birds who love the twilight of the leaves, Let Jesus keep me joyful when I pray. For the big Bees that hum And hide in bells of flowers; For the winding roads that come To Evening's holy door, May Jesus bring me grateful to his arms, And guard my innocence for evermore. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DOMESDAY BOOK: THE GOVERNOR by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE RUSTIC LAD'S LAMENT IN THE TOWN by DAVID MACBETH MOIR THE RUBAIYAT, 1879 EDITION: 14 by OMAR KHAYYAM SONNET: 18 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE AVE MARIA GRATIA PLENA by OSCAR WILDE BALLADE OF SCHOPENHAUER'S PHILOSOPHY by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS |