FATHER, I scarcely dare to pray, So clear I see, now it is done, That I have wasted half my day, And left my work but just begun; So clear I see that things I thought Were right or harmless were a sin; So clear I see that I have sought, Unconscious, selfish aims to win; So clear I see that I have hurt The souls I might have helped to save; That I have slothful been, inert, Deaf to the calls thy leaders gave. In outskirts of thy kingdoms vast, Father, the humblest spot give me; Set me the lowliest task thou hast; Let me repentant work for thee! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE TWO MYSTERIES by MARY ELIZABETH MAPES DODGE NORTH-WEST PASSAGE: 3. IN PORT by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON THE COW by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON SNOWBOUND by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER SCHUBERT'S (UNFINISHED) SYMPHONY by FRANCES BARTLETT |