I pray my soul may be a vital one, That radiates its strength as summer sun; As simple as the thirsty, growing grain Which lifts its trusting heart to heaven for rain; As restful, to way-farers, as the rills That ripple down the canyons from the hills; And may it grow, though cramped for room, as true And straight, as crowded pines in forests do. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CINQUAIN: NOVEMBER NIGHT by ADELAIDE CRAPSEY SONNET: 16. TO THE LORD GENERAL CROMWELL, MAY 1652 by JOHN MILTON A TOMB BY THE SEA by ASCLEPIADES OF SAMOS OF SIR PHILIP SIDNEY by JOHN BEAUMONT UNINITIATED by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE FEARS AND SCRUPLES by ROBERT BROWNING |