Oh, the freshness of the morning, and the glory of the noon, And the splendor of the night-tide with the holy stars in tune! The ground has voice, the trees rejoice, the birds their carol bring, And I alone among them all have not a song to sing. There's music in the cloud-drifts, there's a chorus in the flowers, There's a symphony of fragrance through the pleasant summer hours, And mountain-top to mountain-top flings out a mighty song, While I alone am coldly dumb amid this chanting throng. Awake, O God, my sluggish soul and stir my tongue to praise. Let loving, loyal anthems rise from all my nights and days. Lord, take away my shame among this soulless, singing host; I know Thee better far than these; oh, let me praise Thee most! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...COVERING WINGS by KATHERINE MANSFIELD SEPULCHRE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON VICTORY IN DEFEAT by EDWIN MARKHAM SIMON SURNAMED PETER by EDGAR LEE MASTERS SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: OAKS TUTT by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE SPARROW HARK IN THE RAIN (ALEXANDER STEPHENS HEARS NEWS) by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |