THOU, under Satan's fierce control, Shall Heaven its final rest bestow? I know not, but I know a soul That might have fallen as darkly low. I judge thee not, what depths of ill Soe'er thy feet have found, or trod; I know a spirit and a will As weak, but for the grace of God. Shalt thou with full-day laborers stand, Who hardly canst have pruned one vine? I know not, but I know a hand With an infirmity like thine. Shalt thou who hast with scoffers part, E'er wear the crown the Christian wears? I know not, but I know a heart As flinty, but for tears and prayers. Have mercy, O thou Crucified! For even while I name thy name, I know a tongue that might have lied Like Peter's, and an bowed with shame. Fighters of good fights, -- just, unjust, -- The weak who faint, the frail who fall, -- Of one blood, of the self-same dust, Thou, God of love, hast made them all. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A WINTER NIGHT by WILLIAM BARNES MY PRETTY ROSE TREE, FR. SONGS OF EXPERIENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE THE FIRST LESSON by EMILY DICKINSON MARCO BOZZARIS by FITZ-GREENE HALLECK SATIRES OF CIRCUMSTANCE: 14. OVER THE COFFIN by THOMAS HARDY |