LONG fed on boundless hopes, O race of man, How angrily thou spurn'st all simpler fare! Christ, some one says, was human as we are; No judge eyes us from heaven, our sin to scan; We live no more, when we have done our span. 'Well, then, for Christ,' thou answerest, 'who can care? 'From sin, which heaven records not, why forbear? 'Live we like brutes our life without a plan!' So answerest thou; but why not rather say: 'Hath man no second life?--Pitch this one high! 'Sits there no judge in heaven, our sin to see?-- 'More strictly, then, the inward judge obey! 'Was Christ a man like us?--Ah! let us try 'If we then, too, can be such men as he!' | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LITTLE BOY LOST, FR. SONGS OF INNOCENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE WHERE LIES THE LAND by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH S. JAMES BP. OF JERUSALEM by JOSEPH BEAUMONT THE LOVE SONNETS OF PROTEUS: 66. THE THREE AGES OF WOMAN: 1 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT GORMFLAITH'S SONG, FR. KING LEAR'S WIFE by GORDON BOTTOMLEY TO THE OREGON ROBIN by JOHN BURROUGHS GLIMPSES OF ITALY: 4. FRA ANGELICO by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON |