God, keep a pure love burning in my heart Through all the years. Purge it with sorrow or grief, or cleanse it With tears If you will — but all the little things I pray, That guard the fire, long-lighted, keep remembered Each day. God, keep a fresh breeze stirring in my heart To fan the flame; A sweet, clean breeze from hilltops where no dross Can ever claim A share in the fire, nor tarnish the hearth Where it glows. Keep it a chaste breeze, pregnant with faith As it blows. Scourge from my heart any hate that creeps in — Then turn the key In the lock ... Light up dim shadows that I Ever may see Dear jeweled treasures — a cherished word — A kiss — God, keep a pure love burning ... I ask But this. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE DESTRUCTION OF SENNACHERIB by GEORGE GORDON BYRON EPITAPHS OF THE WAR, 1914-18: THE COWARD by RUDYARD KIPLING THIRTEEN WAYS OF LOOKING AT A BLACKBIRD by WALLACE STEVENS THE MORAL FABLES: THE SWALLOW, AND THE OTHER BIRDS by AESOP WOULD I KNEW! by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM JIM'S WHISTLE by ALEXANDER ANDERSON THE LIGHT OF ASIA by EDWIN ARNOLD ON A CHILD SLEEPING IN CYNTHIA'S LAP by PHILIP AYRES THE QUEEN IN FRANCE; AN ANCIENT SCOTTISH BALLAD by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN |