Tyrant why swell'st Thou thus Of mischeif vaunting Since help from God to us Is never wanting Lewd lys Thy tongue contrives Lowd lyes it soundeth Sharper than sharpest knives With lys it woundeth. Falshood Thy Witt approves All truth rejected Thy Will all vices loves Virtue neglected Not words from cursed Thee But gulfs are powred Gulfs wherin dayly be Good men devoured. Thinkst Thou to beare it so? God shall displace Thee God shall Thee overthrow Crush Thee deface Thee The just shall fearing see These fearefull chances And laughing shoot at Thee With fearfull glances. Lo, Lo the wretched wight Who God disdaining His mischeife made his might His guard his gaining I, as an Olive tree Still green shall florish Gods house the soile shall be My roots to nourish. My trust on his true love Truly attending Shall never thence remove Never se ending Thee will I honour still Lord for this justice There fix my hopes I will Where Thy Saints trust is Thy Saints trust in Thy name Therin they joy them Protected by the same Naught can annoy them. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE HILL WIFE: LONELINESS by ROBERT FROST URANIA; THE WOMAN IN THE MOON: DEDICATION TO LADY PENELOPE DYNHAM by WILLIAM BASSE THE CLOISTER OF THE FALLING SNOW by SYLVIA HORTENSE BLISS WORTH FOREST by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT CROWNED AND WEDDED by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING THE STONECUTTER by VALERY YAKOVLEVICH BRYUSOV THE ULTIMATE by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 2. IN THE DRAWING ROOMS by EDWARD CARPENTER |