The prayers I make will then be sweet indeed If thou the spirit give by which I pray: My unassisted heart is barren clay, That of its native self can nothing feed: Of good and pious works Thou art the seed, That quickens only where Thou say'st it may: Unless Thou show to us thine own true way No man can find it: Father! Thou must lead. Do Thou, then, breathe those thoughts into my mind By which such virtue may in me be bred That in thy holy footsteps I may tread; The fatters of my tongue do Thou unbind, That I may have the power to sing of Thee, And sound Thy praises everlastingly. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LINES ON LEAVING THE BEDFORD STR. SCHOOL HOUSE by GEORGE SANTAYANA THE TENTH MUSE: THE PROLOGUE by ANNE BRADSTREET RENASCENCE by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY KEEPING ENDLESS HOLIDAY by TITUS PETRONIUS NIGER LAURENCE BLOOMFIELD IN IRELAND: 7. MIDSUMMER by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM BLIND OLD MILTON by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN THE GOLDEN ODES OF PRE-ISLAMIC ARABIA: LEBID by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |