OH, teach me to love Thee, to feel what thou art, Till, filled with the one sacred image, my heart Shall all other passions disown; Like some pure temple that shines apart, Reserved for Thy worship alone. In joy and in sorrow, thro' praise and thro' blame, Thus still let me, living and dying the same, In Thy service bloom and decay Like some lone altar whose votive flame In holiness wasteth away. Tho' born in this desert, and doomed by my birth To pain and affliction , to darkness and dearth, On Thee let my spirit rely --- Like some rude dial, that, fixt on earth, Still looks for its light from the sky. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE CAT by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES TWO FUSILIERS by ROBERT RANKE GRAVES CORONATION by HELEN MARIA HUNT FISKE JACKSON UPON THE SAYING THAT MY VERSES WERE MADE BY ANOTHER by ANNE KILLIGREW THE LACHRYMATORY by CHARLES TENNYSON TURNER THE BALLAD OF DEAD LADIES by FRANCOIS VILLON THE SINGER IN THE PRISON by WALT WHITMAN |