Where poore men plead at Princes barr What gods, as Gods vicegerents are The God of gods hath his tribunall pight Adjudging right Both to the judg and judged wight How long will yee just doome neglect How should saith he badd men protect You should his own unto the helpless give The poore relieve Ease him with right whom wrong doth grieve You should the Fatherless defend You should unto the weake extend Your hand to loose, and quiet his estate Through lewd mens hate Entangled now in deep debate This should you do, but what do ye You nothing know, you nothing see No light no Law; Fy, Fy, the very ground Becomes unsound So right, wrong, all your faults confound. Indeed to you the stile I gave Of gods, and sons of God to have But err not Princes, you as men must dy You that sitt high Must fall and low as Others ly. Since men are such O God arise Thy self most strong, most just, most wise Of all the earth King, Judg, Disposer bee Since to decree Of all the Earth belongs to Thee! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SPINNING-WHEEL [SONG] by JOHN FRANCIS WALLER LINES TO BE SPOKEN BY THOMAS DENMAN.....WHEN FOUR YEARS OLD by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD AN EASTER OFFERING by NANCY A. BASTON THE MUSIC OF THE SEA by QUINTIN BONE MR. MERRY'S LAMENT FOR LONG TOM by JOHN GARDINER CALKINS BRAINARD THE ENTHUSIAST, SONGS OF ARLA: 2 by ANNE BATTEN CRISTALL DAISY SWAIN, THE FLOWER OF SHENANDOAH; A TALE OF THE REBELLION: 9 by JOHN M. DAGNALL |