Lord, give me love that I may love Thee much, Yea, give me love that I may love Thee more. And all for love may worship and adore And touch Thee with love's consecrated touch. I halt to-day ; be love my cheerful crutch. My feet to plod, some day my wings to soar: Some day ; but, Lord, not any day before Thou call me perfect, having made me such. This is a day of love, a day of sorrow. Love tempering sorrow to a sort of bliss; A day that shortens while we call it long: A longer day of love will dawn tomorrow, A longer, brighter, lovelier day than this. Endless, all love, no sorrow, but a song. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SORROWING LOVE by KATHERINE MANSFIELD HOMAGE TO SEXTUS PROPERTIUS: 11 by EZRA POUND SANTA FE SKETCHES by CARL SANDBURG |