MY God, I feel thy wondrous might In Nature's various shows, -- The whirlwind's breath, -- the tender light Of the rejoicing rose. For doth not that same power enfold Whatever things are new, Which shone about the saints of old And struck the seas in two? Ashamed, I veil my fearful eyes From this, thy earthly reign; What shall I do when I arise From death, but die again! What shall I do but prostrate fall Before the splendor there, That here, so dazzles me through all The dusty robes I wear. Life's outward and material laws, -- Love, sunshine, all things bright, -- Are curtains which thy mercy draws To shield us from that light. I falter when I try to seek The world which these conceal; I stammer when I fain would speak The reverence that I feel. I dare not pray to thee to give That heaven which shall appear; My cry is, Help me, thou, to live Within the heaven that's here. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...EPITHALAMION MADE AT LINCOLNES INNE by JOHN DONNE THE NATIONAL PAINTINGS: COL. TRUMBULL'S 'THE DECLARATION...' by FITZ-GREENE HALLECK SUMMER'S LAST WILL AND TESTAMENT: A LITANY IN TIME OF PLAGUE by THOMAS NASHE LOCKSLEY HALL by ALFRED TENNYSON STANZAS ON THE DEATH OF THE PRINCESS CHARLOTTE by BERNARD BARTON |