Poems (Linn)/Longing
For works with similar titles, see Longing.
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 bear
The longing that is throbbing there.
To-night I hold a voiceless prayer;
I cannot speak my quickened thought,
Words are too feeble far to bear
The 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.
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.
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 sky
With red and gold, and gave the wing
To the wild bird; to hear my cry
And lift this longing heart on high.
Nature a voice; who hung the sky
With red and gold, and gave the wing
To the wild bird; to hear my cry
And lift this longing heart on high.