Nor shall I in sorrow repine, But offer a pæan of praise To the infinite God of my days Who marshals the pivoting spheres Through the intricate maze of the years, Who loosens the luminous flood That lightens the purlieus of men, I shall not in sorrow repine To break the eternal Amen! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...OF JACOPO DEL SELLAIO by EZRA POUND AMERICAN NAMES by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET THE FIRST PROCLAMATION OF MILES STANDISH [NOVEMBER 23, 1620] by MARGARET JUNKIN PRESTON THE OWL by PHILIP EDWARD THOMAS HE REMEMBERS FORGOTTEN BEAUTY by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS BLESSING THE LIGHTS by ALTER ABELSON |