Henry David Thoreau God Poems

  • 1.
    Great God, I ask for no meaner pelf
    Than that I may not disappoint myself,
    That in my action I may soar as high
    As I can now discern with this clear eye.
    ...
  • 2.
    I am a parcel of vain strivings tied
    By a chance bond together,
    Dangling this way and that, their links
    Were made so loose and wide,
    ...
  • 3.
    Great God, I ask for no meaner pelf
    Than that I may not disappoint myself,
    That in my action I may soar as high
    As I can now discern with this clear eye.
    ...
  • 4.
    Within the circuit of this plodding life
    There enter moments of an azure hue,
    Untarnished fair as is the violet
    Or anemone, when the spring stew them
    ...
  • 5.
    I am a parcel of vain strivings tied
    By a chance bond together,
    Dangling this way and that, their links
    Were made so loose and wide,
    ...
  • 6.
    Indeed indeed, I cannot tell,
    Though I ponder on it well,
    Which were easier to state,
    All my love or all my hate.
    ...
  • 7.
    Conscience is instinct bred in the house,
    Feeling and Thinking propagate the sin
    By an unnatural breeding in and in.
    I say, Turn it out doors,
    ...
  • 8.
    Within the circuit of this plodding life
    There enter moments of an azure hue,
    Untarnished fair as is the violet
    Or anemone, when the spring strews them
    ...
  • 9.
    Whate'er we leave to God, God does,
    And blesses us;
    The work we choose should be our own,
    God leaves alone.
    ...
Total 9 God Poems by Henry David Thoreau

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