"O PITYING angel, pause, and say To me, new come to Paradise, How I may drive one pain away By penitence or sacrifice. From deeps below of nether Hell I hear a lost soul's bitter cry: Alas! It was through me she fell, -- What price forgetfulness may buy?" The passing angel paused in flight, Poised like fair stars which first arise, And looked on that pale suppliant white, With piercing pity in his eyes. "Ah, woe!" he said. "Thy joy and peace Cannot be bought with prayer or price. For thee that wail will never cease, Though thou hast won to Paradise!" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPRING IN WAR TIME by SARA TEASDALE PSALM 23. DOMINUS REGIT ME by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE STANZAS by JOHN GARDINER CALKINS BRAINARD THE SOLDIER'S RETURN by ROBERT BURNS THE TRUE GROUNDS OF ETERNAL AND IMMUTABLE RECTITUDE by JOHN BYROM OLD FLEMISH LACE by AMELIA WALSTIEN JOLLS CARPENTER |