1 To infancy, O Lord, again I come, That I my manhood may improve: My early tutor is the womb; I still my cradle love. 'Tis strange that I should wisest be, When least I could an error see. 2 Till I gain strength against temptation, I Perceive it safest to abide An infant still; and therefore fly (A lowly state may hide A man from danger) to the womb, That I may yet new-born become. 3 My God, Thy bounty then did ravish me! Before I learned to be poor, I always did Thy riches see, And thankfully adore: Thy glory and Thy goodness were My sweet companions all the year. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONNET OF HIS LADY IN HEAVEN by JACOPO DA LENTINO THE HOUSE WITH NOBODY IN IT by ALFRED JOYCE KILMER ASTROPHEL AND STELLA: 84 by PHILIP SIDNEY A BALLAD OF LIFE by ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE |