THEE, God, I come from, to thee go, All day long I like fountain flow From thy hand out, swayed about Mote-like in thy mighty glow. What I know of thee I bless, As acknowledging thy stress On my being and as seeing Something of thy holiness. Once I turned from thee and hid, Bound on what thou hadst forbid; Sow the wind I would; I sinned: I repent of what I did. Bad I am, but yet thy child. Father, be thou reconciled. Spare thou me, since I see With thy might that thou art mild. I have life before me still And thy purpose to fulfil; Yea a debt to pay thee yet: Help me, sir, and so I will. But thou bidst, and just thou art, Me shew mercy from my heart Towards my brother, every other Man my mate and counterpart. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO COLE, THE PAINTER, DEPARTING FOR EUROPE by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT THE PHOENIX AND THE TURTLE by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE THE SORROW OF LOVE (1) by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS A BIT OF MULL by FREDERICK HENRY HERBERT ADLER |