Thus built I my day, -- with a beam at the base, Some windows turned sidewise, a chimney, a door, A cellar half finished, a roof out of place, And all the foundation heaped up on the floor! I wished it to rise in an orderly way, In symmetry fashioned, in beauty designed; And this is the product, this wilderness day, This riot and jumble of work and of mind! I thought of itself it would grow as it should, Part springing from part as a blossom unrolls, The stone and the brick and the neat-jointed wood, No jar or confusion, no cracks and no holes. O Architect, Master of days and of me, Thou Builder of homes where all ravishments dwell, No more will I venture to build without Thee! Plan Thou my to-morrow, and all will be well. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CAROL: NEW STYLE by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET THE SOCIOLOGY OF TOYOTAS AND JADE CHRYSANTHEMUMS by HAYDEN CARRUTH EVENTIDE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON QUEST by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON LINCOLN TRIUMPHANT by EDWIN MARKHAM |