Within my holy place My Chiefest One is dwelling, Not as a passing guest But of His own houseling. O, miracle of grace, My whole heart's love compelling -- Within this tiny space The Lord of all Good Life, The Very Light of Life and Love Is dwelling! And now my happy tears Have washed away my fears, And, past all mortal telling, Within my heart the tide of Love To fullest flood is welling. Praise be to Thee! To Thee unending praise, For all the glowing depth and height Of these God-given days! For Thy sweet grace Which in this place Doth time and space alike efface, And, merging faith in heavenly sight, Dares, with its inner mystic light, To look upon Thy face. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...VASHTI by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON THE SLEEPING BEAUTY by MATHILDE BLIND THE MEADOW STREAM by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN UPON MY DEAR AND LOVING HUSBAND HIS GOING INTO ENGLAND, 1661 by ANNE BRADSTREET IRON HEEL by ANNE MILLAY BREMER |