My God and King! to thee I bow my knee, I bow my troubled soul, and greet With my foul heart thy holy feet. Cast it, or tread it! It shall do Even what thou wilt, and praise thee too. My God, could I weep blood, Gladly I would; Or if thou wilt give me that art, Which through the eyes pours out the heart, I will exhaust it all, and make Myself all tears, a weeping lake. O! 'tis an easy thing To write and sing; But to write true, unfeigned verse Is very hard! O God, disperse These weights, and give my spirit leave To act as well as to conceive! O my God, hear my cry; Or let me die! -- | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LOVE IN AUTUMN by SARA TEASDALE THE LAST WORD by MATTHEW ARNOLD THE HILL WIFE: HOUSE FEAR by ROBERT FROST THE EVE OF ST. AGNES by JOHN KEATS ADVICE TO A LADY [IN AUTUMN] by PHILIP DORMER STANHOPE PRELUDE by JOHN MILLINGTON SYNGE THE SWISS EMIGRANT by LUCY AIKEN |