Sweet Jesus with Thy Mother mild, Sweet Virgin Mother with thy Child, Angels and Saints of each degree, Redress our country's misery. Give judgment, Lord, twixt them and us, The balance yet let pity hold, Let mercy measure their offence And grace reduce them to Thy fold, That we, all children of the Spouse, May live as brethren in Thy house. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SHERMAN'S MARCH TO THE SEA by SAMUEL HAWKINS MARSHALL BYERS SONGS by RICHARD HENRY STODDARD TO THE MAN-OF-WAR-BIRD by WALT WHITMAN RECOLLECTIONS by BERNARD BARTON IT'S ONLY FAIR by BERTON BRALEY THE CAPTIVE DOVE by ANNE BRONTE MAIDS AND MUSHROOMS by ABBIE FARWELL BROWN |