Make me thy Spinning Wheele of use for thee, Thy Grace my Distaffe, and my heart thy Spoole. Turn thou the wheele: let mine Affections bee The flyers filling with thy yarne my soule. Then weave the web of Grace in mee, thy Loome And Cloath my soule therewith, its Glories bloome. Make mee thy Loome: thy Grace the warfe therein, My duties Woofe, and let thy word winde Quills. The shuttle shoot. Cut off the ends my sins. Thy Ordinances make my fulling mills, My Life thy Web: and cloath me all my dayes With this Gold-web of Glory to thy praise. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FREDERICKSBURG by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH EASTER by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES AN ARCTIC VISION [JUNE 20, 1867] by FRANCIS BRET HARTE ALFRED TENNYSON by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT A PRAYER FOR A LITTLE HOME by FLORENCE BONE EVENING by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON WRITTEN ON A BLANK LEAF OF HANNAH MORE'S WORKS by ROBERT BURNS |