Lord! we sit and cry to Thee,
Like the blind beside the way:
Make our darkened souls to see
The glory of thy perfect day:
Lord! rebuke our sullen night
And give Thyself unto our sight.
Lord! we do not ask to gaze
On our dim and earthly sun;
But the light that still shall blaze
When every star its course hath run;
The glory of thy blest abode,
The uncreated light of God.
(Henry Hart Milman)
More Poetry from Henry Hart Milman:
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