Lift me, O God, above myself, -- Above my highest spheres, Above the thralling things of sense To clearer atmospheres. Lift me above the little things, -- My poor sufficiencies, My perverse will, my lack of zeal, My inefficiencies; -- Above the earth-born need that gropes, With foolish hankerings, About earth's cumbered lower slopes For earthly garnerings. Above the vanities and cates Of the Forbidden Land; -- Above the passions and the hates That flame there hand in hand. Lift me, O God, above myself, Above these lesser things, Above my little gods of clay, And all their capturings. And grant my soul a glad new birth, And fledge it strong new wings, That it may soar above the earth To nobler prosperings. Lift me, O God, above myself, That, in Thy time and day, I somewhat grace Thy fosterings And climb Thy loftier Way. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SUMMER DAYS by WATHEN MARK WILKS CALL ARMY CORRESPONDENT'S LAST RIDE; FIVE FORKS, APRIL 1, 1865 by GEORGE ALFRED TOWNSEND ECCLESIASTICAL SONNETS: PART 1: 16. PERSUASION by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH INSCRIPTIONS: 4 by MARK AKENSIDE THE DIFFERENCE by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH |