OH GOD! my heart is thine, Content, am I in Thee; Thy chast'ning rod but proves, That Thou, abides with me. I know Thou leadeth on, But oh, the way is drear; Naught, but the click of thorns, Is sounding in my ear. I cry, 'Thy will be done!' My heart is with the cry; Yet comes not light, nor peace, To soothe my tear-dim eye. My heart craves earthly things; I feel its nature's claim; Since Thou didst give me life, Canst I discard an aim? The hot blood stirs my brain, And sweet dreams to me flock: Alas! I see them wrecked, Upon Ambition's rock. Oh Christ! Come down to earth, An elder brother, be; And pilot Thou, my barque, Which drifts, capriciously. Oh wrench me from the toils, Of this entangled mesh! My spirit strives for Thee, Despite the erring flesh. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LUNCH AT A CLUB by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET STUDY FOR A GEOGRAPHICAL TRAIL; 4. NEW JERSEY by CLARENCE MAJOR THE CHANT OF THE VULTURES by EDWIN MARKHAM A LETTER TO A POLICEMAN IN KANSAS CITY by KENNETH PATCHEN |