Lord Jesu, Thou art sweetness to my soul: I to myself am bitterness: Regard my fainting struggle toward the goal. Regard my manifold distress, O Sweet Jesu. Thou art Thyself my goal, O Lord my King: Stretch forth Thy hand to save my soul: What matters more or less of journeying? While I touch Thee I touch my goal, O Sweet Jesu. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BODY BREAKING by MARVIN BELL LINES ON CARMEN SYLVA by EMMA LAZARUS DOMESDAY BOOK: JANE FISHER by EDGAR LEE MASTERS TO A SCREEN-MAKER by MARIANNE MOORE JOE HILL LISTENS TO THE PRAYING by KENNETH PATCHEN |