Ancient of days! What word is thy command To one befooled of wit and his own way? What counsel hast thou, and what chastening hand For a lost soul grown old in its dismay? What penance shall he do, what ransom pay, Of blood poured out for faith in a far land, What mute knee-service, weeping here to-day, In words of prayer no ear shall understand? Let him thy servant be, the least of all In the Lord's Courts, but near thy mysteries, To touch the crumbs which from thy table fall, Let him——. But lo, thou speakest: "Not with these Is God delighted. Get thee homeward hence. They need thee more who wait deliverance!" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE FALL; A GREAT FAVORIT BEHEADED by LUIS DE GONGORA SCHOOL AND SCHOOLFELLOWS; FLOREAT ETONA by WINTHROP MACKWORTH PRAED THE BOOK OF THE LETTER, SELECTION by ABRAHAM ABULAFIA TO A COUNTRY HOTEL TOWEL by ELMER CLEVELAND ADAMS SONNETS OF MANHOOD: 22 by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) THE LAUGHING WOMAN by WILLIAM ROSE BENET |