I WAS a grovelling creature once, And basely cleaved to earth; I wanted spirit to renounce The clod that gave me birth. But God has breathed upon a worm, And sent me from above Wings such as clothe an angel's form, The wings of joy and love. With these to Pisgah's top I fly, And there delighted stand, To view beneath a shining sky The spacious promised land. The Lord of all the vast domain Has promised it to me, The length and breadth of all the plain As far as faith can see. How glorious is my privilege! To thee for help I call; I stand upon a mountain's edge, Oh save me, lest I fall! Though much exalted in the Lord, My strength is not my own; Then let me tremble at his word, And none shall cast me down. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: GODWIN JAMES by EDGAR LEE MASTERS APRIL, 1885 by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES WAR IS KIND: 23 by STEPHEN CRANE A SHROPSHIRE LAD: 62 by ALFRED EDWARD HOUSMAN THE EARL O' QUARTERDECK by GEORGE MACDONALD |