"Two hands upon the breast, And labor's done; Two pale feet crossed in rest, -- The race is won; Two eyes with coin-weights shut, And all tears cease; Two lips where grief is mute, Anger at peace:" So pray we oftentimes, mourning our lot; God in his kindness answereth not. "Two hands to work addrest Aye for his praise; Two feet that never rest Walking his ways; Two eyes that look above Through all their tears; Two lips still breathing love, Not wrath, nor fears:" So pray we afterwards, low on our knees; Pardon those erring prayers! Father hear these! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...JOHANNA PEDERSEN by KAREN SWENSON IF DEATH IS KIND by SARA TEASDALE FRAGMENT THIRTY-SIX by HILDA DOOLITTLE TO THE MEMORY OF MR. OLDHAM by JOHN DRYDEN FOUR LITTLE FOXES by LEW SARETT LOCKSLEY HALL SIXTY YEARS AFTER by ALFRED TENNYSON |