It were my soul's desire To see the face of God; It were my soul's desire To rest in His abode. It were my soul's desire To study zealously; This, too, my soul's desire, A clear rule set for me. It were my soul's desire A spirit free from gloom; It were my soul's desire New life beyond the Doom. It were my soul's desire To shun the chills of hell; Yet more my soul's desire Within His house to dwell. It were my soul's desire To imitate my King, It were my soul's desire His ceaseless praise to sing. It were my soul's desire, When heaven's gate is won, To find my soul's desire Clear shining like the sun. Grant, Lord, my soul's desire, Deep waves of cleansing sighs; Grant, Lord, my soul's desire From earthly cares to rise. This still my soul's desire-- Whatever life afford-- To gain my soul's desire And see Thy face, O Lord. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MOTHERHOOD by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON DOMESDAY BOOK: ARCHIBALD LOWELL by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE NEW APOCRYPHA: BUSINESS REVERSES by EDGAR LEE MASTERS A MILLION YOUNG WORKMEN, 1915 by CARL SANDBURG MEMOIR OF A PROUD BOY by CARL SANDBURG THE HERETIC: 3. MOCKERY by LOUIS UNTERMEYER BALLADE MADE FOR HIS MOTHER THAT SHE MIGHTE PRAYE by FRANCOIS VILLON |