My lord hath called for my sonne my hart breth's forth; thy will be done: my all; that mercy hath made mine frely's surendered to be thine: But if I give my all to the lett me not pyne for poverty: Change Wth me; doe, as I have done give me thy all; Even thy deare sonne: Tis Jesus Christ; lord I would have; he's thine, mine all; 'tis him I crave: Give him to me; and I'le reply Enoughe my lord; now lett me dye. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE NEGRO'S TRAGEDY by CLAUDE MCKAY A HYMN; AFTER READING 'LEAD, KINDLY LIGHT' by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR AN APPEAL TO CATS IN THE BUSINESS OF LOVE; SONG by THOMAS FLATMAN IT COULDN'T BE DONE by EDGAR ALBERT GUEST |