NOW on my Conscience thou art right My Heart, who tellst me, I This morning full as justly might Have let my anger fly At my forgetfull sinfull self, as at My Servant who my strait Command forgot. 2 I have a Master too: nor is My Servant bound to my Commands, so much as I to His In whose great family Were I not entertained I could not live; 'Tis He, who to myself myself doth give. 3 Ah patient Master of bold Me, How oft hast thou renued Thy soft Commands, & ernestlie My fugitive heart persued; Yea, and (what I could hardly stoop to do) Vouchaf'd thy Slaves obedience to woo! 4 How gross in my Injustice, who Could not this fault digest From mine own Servant, yet can so Gentle a Lord resist! And now could I for shame expect that he When I disloyal am, should faithfull be! 5 O teach me holy policie, Great Lord, & never let Me copies of disloyaltie To my own Servants set. Subdue my stubborn Will, for then I shall Best have it, when I have it not at all. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BALLAD OF DEAD LADIES by FRANCOIS VILLON THE MAGIC MIRROR by HENRY MILLS ALDEN THE GOOD SHEPHERD WITH THE KID by MATTHEW ARNOLD TO LOVE IS TO BE BORN ANEW by MARION LOUISE BLISS FAREWELL TO CUBA by MARIA GOWEN BROOKS |