LAMP of my feet, whereby we trace Our path, when wont to stray! Stream from the fount of heavenly grace Brook by the traveller's way! Bread of our souls, whereon we feed, True manna from on high! Our guide and chart, wherein we read Of realms beyond the sky. Pillar of fire through watches dark, Or radiant cloud by day! When waves would whelm our tossing bark, Our anchor and our stay! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PASSED BY by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS SEEING A STRANGE WOMAN DEAD by A. G. BECKMANN PERCH FISHING by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN QUIETNESS by ANNE MILLAY BREMER ABER STATIONS: STATIO QUARTA by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN WEALTH by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON THE FARMER'S DAUGHTER by ALICE CARY BLANK MISGIVINGS OF A CREATURE MOVING ABOUT IN WORLDS NOT REALIZED: 7 by ARTHUR HUGH CLOUGH |