'Mid all the traffic of the ways, -- Turmoils without, within, -- Make in my heart a quiet place, And come and dwell therein! -- A little shrine of quietness, All sacred to Thyself, Where Thou shalt all my soul possess, And I may find myself; -- A little shelter from Life's stress, Where I may lay me prone, And bare my soul in lowliness, And know as I am known; -- A solitude where I can think, A haven of retreat, Where of Thy Red Wine I may drink, And of Thy White Bread eat; -- A little silent, sacred place, Where we may commune hold; Where Thy White Love shall me embrace And from the world enfold; -- A little place of mystic grace, Of self and sin swept bare, Where I may look into Thy face, And talk with Thee in prayer. Come! -- occupy my silent place, And make Thy dwelling there! More grace is wrought in quietness Than any is aware. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SECOND BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 12 by THOMAS CAMPION VAIN TEARS, FR. THE QUEEN OF CORINTH by JOHN FLETCHER TO A CHILD EMBRACING HIS MOTHER by THOMAS HOOD BINSEY POPLARS (FELLED 1879) by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS ULTIMA THULE: MY CATHEDRAL by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW TO RUSSIA by CINCINNATUS HEINE MILLER ECCLESIASTICAL SONNETS: PART 3: 34. MUTABILITY by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH |