I have lifted my eyes to the strength of the hills At the dawn of the day; Felt the quickening stir of power that thrills, Seen the night drift away; Caught the first flush of dawn. Who is this, then, that fills With His spirit my clay? He that slumbereth not while I slumber, nor sleeps While, protected, I sleep; Who creates, shall sustain—who gave life shall renew— Who hath promised, shall keep: My shade from the sun and my shelter from the storm, In the dark a clear flame, It is He—ever Friend and Preserver, O Soul! The Lord is His name! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WITH AN ALBUM by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR TOUJOURS AMOUR by EDMUND CLARENCE STEDMAN THE EARLY PRIMROSE by HENRY KIRKE WHITE TO LIFE by HELEN TAPPAN BERTHOFF DELIVERANCE by CHARLES WILLIAM BRODRIBB A ROMANCE OF THE GANGES by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING |