AMID the broken waters of our ever-restless thought, Oh be my verse an answering gleam from higher radiance caught; That where through dark o'erarching boughs of sorrow, doubt, and sin, The glorious Star of Bethlehem upon the flood looks in, Its tiny trembling ray may bid some down-cast vision turn To that enkindling Light, for which all earthly shadows yearn. Oh be my verse a hidden stream, which silently may flow Where drooping leaf and thirsty flower in lonely valleys grow; And often by its shady course to pilgrim hearts be brought The quiet and refreshment of an upward-pointing thought; Till, blending with the broad bright stream of sanctified endeavor, God's glory be its ocean home, the end it seeketh ever. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE IMPOSSIBLE INDISPENSIBILITY OF THE ARS POETICA by HAYDEN CARRUTH THE WARNING by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW THE DYING CHRISTIAN TO HIS SOUL by PUBLIUS AELIUS HADRIANUS SONNET: 94 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE CROSSING BROOKLYN FERRY by WALT WHITMAN EPITAPH FOR LINCOLN by WALT WHITMAN |