LORD God, I have been guilty in my life, Yet worshiped Beauty, and aspire to make A work that shall have love and faith, heartbreak, Passion and joy and triumph after strife, And all the glow wherewith the sky is rife. And I implore thee, Master, for the sake Of this, the longing of my soul, to give Thy potent aid: since thou art pain and bliss And faith and love and everything that is. Look down upon my work and let it live And be for ever lovely; and for this Great boon of thine, I swear to do Thy will Each several hour, all other wills above; Yea, I will burn six candles at Thy shrine That stands betwixt the crossways, as a sign Of the devotion that is in my heart. Hark to my supplication, thou who art Merciful: let my work be sanctified And meet for her, the blameless Virgin bride: Make me all pure for painting, so I can Speak, through my pigments, of the Son of man. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...JUDITH by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH BEAUTY by KENNETH SLADE ALLING ON THE ENGINE BY NIGHT by ALEXANDER ANDERSON FANCY-LAND by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE RHYME OF THE DUCHESS MAY by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING A VERSE ON HIGHLAND HOSPITALITY by ROBERT BURNS TO MISS FERRIER; ENCLOSING THE ELEGY ON SIR J. H. BLAIR by ROBERT BURNS |