O thou of purer eyes than to behold Uncleanness! sift my soul, removing all Strange thoughts, imaginings fantastical, Iniquitous allurements manifold. Make it into a spiritual ark; abode Severely sacred, perfumed, sanctified, Wherein the Prince of Purities may abide -- The holy and eternal Spirit of God. The gross, adhesive loathsomeness of sin, Give me to see. Yet, O far more, far more, That beautiful purity which the saints adore In a consummate Paradise within The Veil, -- O Lord, upon my soul bestow, An earnest of that purity here below. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...EPITAPH by KENNETH SLADE ALLING MEN OF GENIUS by MATTHEW ARNOLD CARN A-TURNEN YOLLER by WILLIAM BARNES TO LADY CHARLOTTYE GORDON; DRESSED IN A TARTAN SCOTCH BONNET by JAMES BEATTIE PSALM 122 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE NATALIA'S RESURRECTION: 9 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT THIS IS THE END by JEAN DE BOSSCHERE ON THE MEANING OF ST. PAUL'S EXPRESSION OF SPEAKING WITH TONGUES by JOHN BYROM |