I MUST not praise Thee that Thou tardy art In crediting thy @3Lords@1 Miraculous Rise Yet must I thank Thee, for my Heartned Heart By this thy tardiness more nimbly flyes. My faithlessnes prevented is by Thee, And by thy Tongue, e'r I was borne, I said I'l not believe He's Risen, till I see Those Prints which by the Spear, & Nailes were made. By thine, my Finger tryd each reverend Wound, By which each Hand of Mercy broached was: By thine, my hand express admission found Where ye lesse cruell Spear before did passe. With Thee, by those three Mouths of Goodnes I Confuted was, & could not chuse but yeild. He who could conquer Death, whilst He did dye, Of Us might easily, living, win ye Feild. By thine, my Tongue did clear Confession make, Whilst further then my hand my Heart did prie, And from my Lips thy Eccho still doth break @3My God, my Lord@1, for ever will I crie. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SEPULCHRE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON FOR ONCE, THEN, SOMETHING by ROBERT FROST FORGETFULNESS by HAROLD HART CRANE GRACE FOR CHILDREN by ROBERT HERRICK UPON THE SAYING THAT MY VERSES WERE MADE BY ANOTHER by ANNE KILLIGREW MARY'S GIRLHOOD (FOR A PICTURE): 1 by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI SUNSET WINGS by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI TO THE STATES. TO IDENTIFY THE 16TH, 17TH, OR 18TH PRESIDENTIAD by WALT WHITMAN |