Lord, we are rivers running to Thy sea, Our waves and ripples all derived from Thee: A nothing we should have, a nothing be. Except for Thee. Sweet are the waters of Thy shoreless sea. Make sweet our waters that make haste to Thee; Pour in Thy sweetness, that ourselves may be Sweetness to Thee. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SEASHORE (1) by RALPH WALDO EMERSON COMPLAINT OF THE ABSENCE OF HER LOVER BEING UPON THE SEA by HENRY HOWARD THE DONG WITH A LUMINOUS NOSE by EDWARD LEAR TRAVELOGUE by EVA K. ANGLESBURG THE SEAGULL by HERBERT BASHFORD NATALIA'S RESURRECTION: 3 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT LITTLE THINGS by EBENEZER COBHAM BREWER |