GOD, though this life is but a wraith, Although we know not what we use, Although we grope with little faith, Give me the heart to fight—and lose. Ever insurgent let me be, Make me more daring than devout; From sleek contentment keep me free, And fill me with a buoyant doubt. Open my eyes to visions girt With beauty, and with wonder lit— But let me always see the dirt, And all that spawn and die in it. Open my ears to music; let Me thrill with Spring's first flutes and drums— But never let me dare forget The bitter ballads of the slums. From compromise and things half-done, Keep me, with stern and stubborn pride; And when, at last, the fight is won God, keep me still unsatisfied. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CONTRA MORTEM: THE BEING by HAYDEN CARRUTH LIMBO by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE CHICAGO [OCTOBER 8-10, 1871] by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER THE DIVISION OF POLAND by EDWIN ARNOLD THE LOVE SONNETS OF PROTEUS: 60. THE TRIUMPH OF LOVE by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |