Temper my spirit, oh Lord, Burn out its alloy, And make it a pliant steel for thy wielding, Not a clumsy toy, A blunt, iron thing in my hands That blunder and destroy. Temper my spirit, oh Lord, Keep it long in the fire; Make it one with the flame. Let it share That up-reaching desire. Grasp it thyself, oh my God; Swing it straighter and higher! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...REBECCA'S HYMN, FR. IVANHOE by WALTER SCOTT SABBATH THOUGHTS by GRACE AGUILAR THE GODS AND THE WINDS by ALEXANDER ANDERSON OF BENEVOLENCE: AN EPISTLE TO EUMENES by JOHN ARMSTRONG MAIDEN'S CHOICE by CAROLYN M. BARBER |