Poems (Linn)/Longing
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LONGING.
ALMIGHTY Father! in my heart To-night I hold a voiceless prayer;I cannot speak my quickened thought, Words are too feeble far to bearThe longing that is throbbing there.
A nameless longing to be Thine; A craving to be one with Thee;A something born of fading eve, Of fragrant flower and sighing tree,Of song-bird's low, sweet melody.
The placid deep of yonder lake Reveals Thy glory to the sight,And not a western cloud gold-tipped, And not a swallow's wheeling flight,But hints Thy tenderness, Thy might.
And I beseech my God who gave Nature a voice; who hung the skyWith red and gold, and gave the wing To the wild bird; to hear my cryAnd lift this longing heart on high.