ESTABLISH in some better way My life, thou Godhead! that I may Know whether it as virtue ranks To scorn Thy gifts, or give Thee thanks. For now I feel Thee near, unsought. But why, when I seemed worth Thy thought, High-soul'd, impatient for a task -- Why not have called me then, I ask? No mountings of the spirit please; Thou dost accept our dregs and lees; The wise are they that feel Thy rod, And grief alone is near to God. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...YOUNG BLOOD by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET THE CHANGED WOMAN by LOUISE BOGAN PARAGRAPHS: 9 by HAYDEN CARRUTH PUSSY-WILLOW TIME by ROBERT FROST THE STARLING; SONNET by AMY LOWELL SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: ALONZO CHURCHILL by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |