The Retrospect Poem by Maria Frances Cecilia Cowper

COME, Holy Spirit, love divine,
Thy cleansing power impart;
Each erring thought and wish refine,
That wanders near my heart.
There let they quick'ning breezes blow,
Thine influences be,
Such as revive thy hidden-ones,
And lift their souls to Thee.

Through dark'ning and threat'ning storms
My little bark doth ride:
Oh save me from the fatal wreck
Of Sin's devouring tide!
By past corrections humbled still,
Let no vain passion start
Within the consecrated veil
Of a believer's heart.

Oft hast thou cast me to the ground,
O'erwhelm'd with grief and pain;
Yet hath thy pitying hand restor'd,
And led me forth again;
Forth from the shade of sullen woe,
From darkness and dismay;
And o'er my anguish pour'd the sweet
Consolatory ray.

O Lord! how mingled was thy love
In all my deep distress!
Thou gav'st the knowledge of thy word,
That gift of sovereign grace!
And shall my peevish heart regret
The momentary pain,
That follows on departed joys
In life's contracted span?

Time's little inch, that steals away
With every fleeting breath,
And points to an eternity
Beyond the reach of Death?
Enough, my soul, enough of Time,
And Time's uncertain things;
Farewell that busy hive, the world,
And all its thousand stings.

As feathers on the passing stream,
Our earthly pleasures move;
And transient as the evening beam,
That gilds the verdant grove.
To other climes, to other skies,
My lifted soul aspires:
Thither my wandering thoughts ascend,
And all my best desires.

Awhile I strive, awhile I mourn,
'Midst thorns and briers here:
But God vouchsafes with love divine
My drooping heart to cheer.
Though meaner than the meanest saint,
My heavenly Guide I see;
I hear a voice behind me say,
'That Jesus died for me.'