I marched three miles through scorching sand, With zeal in heart, and notes in hand; I rode four more to great St Mary; Using four legs when two were weary. To three fair virgins I did tie men In the close band of pleasing hymen. I dipped two babes in holy water, And purified the mothers after. Within an hour, and eke a half, I preached three congregations deaf, Which, thundering out with lungs long-winded, I chopped so fast, that few there minded. My emblem, the laborious sun, Saw all these mighty labours done, Before one race of his was run; All this performed by Robert Hewit What mortal else could e'er go through it! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AT CASTERBRIDGE FAIR: 7. AFTER THE FAIR by THOMAS HARDY NOVEMBER BLUE by ALICE MEYNELL TO CHARLOTTE PULTENEY [IN HER MOTHER'S ARMS] by AMBROSE PHILIPS THE VOICE IN THE GLOAMING by WILLIAM ALLAN AUTUMN by GUILLAUME APOLLINAIRE SONNETS OF MANHOOD: 36. STRONG, LIKE THE SEA by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) |