“Something in the sense of morning
Lifts the heart up to the sun.”
In our youth we may be pagan,
God is many, and the One
Great Supreme will wait till evening
When our little day is done:
Something in the sense of morning
Lifts the heart up to the sun!
(Philip Henry Savage)
More Poetry from Philip Henry Savage:
Philip Henry Savage Poems based on Topics: God, Sense & Perception, Morning, Paganism- Solitude (Philip Henry Savage Poems)
- Anadyomene (Philip Henry Savage Poems)
- The Hedgerow (Philip Henry Savage Poems)
- "I Left The City" (Philip Henry Savage Poems)
- Near The White Ledge, Sandwich, N. H. (Philip Henry Savage Poems)
- The Song-Sparrow (Philip Henry Savage Poems)