FOR Morn, my dome of blue, For Meadows, green and gay, And Birds who love the twilight of the leaves, Let Jesus keep me joyful when I pray. For the big Bees that hum And hide in bells of flowers; For the winding roads that come To Evening's holy door, May Jesus bring me grateful to his arms, And guard my innocence for evermore. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BROKEN HEART by JOHN DONNE TO A CAPTIOUS CRITIC by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR HER DILEMMA; IN CHURCH by THOMAS HARDY EPICUREAN by WILLIAM JAMES LINTON WAR AND WASHINGTON by JONATHAN MITCHELL SEWALL THE CLOUDS: SONG [OR CHORUS] OF THE CLOUDS by ARISTOPHANES THE FROGS: A 'EURIPIDEAN' CHORUS by ARISTOPHANES |