A BROKEN altar, Lord, thy servant reares, Made of a heart, and cemented with teares: Whose parts are as thy hand did frame; No workmans tool hath touch'd the same. A heart alone Is such a stone, As nothing but Thy pow'r doth cut. Wherefore each part Of my hard heart Meets in this frame, To praise thy name: That, if I chance to hold my peace, These stones to praise thee may not cease. O let thy blessed sacrifice be mine, And sanctifie this altar to be thine. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...APRIL, 1885 by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES AN EPITAPH UPON HUSBAND AND WIFE WHO DIED AND WERE BURIED by RICHARD CRASHAW EMBLEMS OF LOVE: 32. THERE'S NO DEFENCE AGAINST LOVE by PHILIP AYRES HARMONIE DU SOIR by CHARLES BAUDELAIRE Γενεθλιακον by JOSEPH BEAUMONT CEN'LIN, PRINCE OF MERCIA by MATILDA BARBARA BETHAM-EDWARDS |