God, give me love! I do not only pray That perfect love may be bestowed on me; But let me feel the lovability Of every soul I meet along the way. Though it be hidden from the light of day And every eye but Love's, Oh! I would see My brother in the monarch and the bee— In every spirit clothed in mortal clay! Give me the gift of loving! I will claim No other blessing from the Lord of Birth, For he who loves needs no high-sounding name, Nor power nor treasure to proclaim his worth; His soul has lit at Life's immortal flame A lamp that may illumine all the earth. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HIS REQUEST TO JULIA by ROBERT HERRICK THE BELEAGUERED CITY by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW FATHER LAND AND MOTHER TONGUE by SAMUEL LOVER HESPERIA by ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE THE IRISH MOTHER IN THE PENAL DAYS by JOHN BANIM TRIOLET: THOSE VIOLETS BLUE by H. W. BANKS THE PATIENT WAYS by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE EPITAPH ON MR. FRANCIS LEE OF THE TEMPLE, GENT. by WILLIAM BROWNE (1591-1643) |