WHERE Humber pours his rich commercial stream There dwelt a wretch, who breathed but to blaspheme; In subterraneous caves his life he led, Black as the mine in which he wrought for bread. When on a day, emerging from the deep, A Sabbath-day, (such sabbaths thousands keep!) The wayes of his weekly toil he bore To buy a cock--whose blood might win him more; As if the noblest of the feathered kind Were but for battle and for death designed; As if the consecrated hours were meant For sport to minds on cruelty intent; It chanced (such chances Providence obey) He met a fellow-labourer on the way, Whose heart the same desires had once inflamed; But now the savage temper was reclaimed, Persuasion on his lips had taken place; For all plead well who plead the cause of grace. His iron heart with Scripture he assailed, Wooed him to hear a sermon, and prevailed. His faithful bow the mighty preacher drew; Swift as the lightning-glimpse the arrow flew. He wept; he trembled; cast his eyes around, To find a worse than he; but none he found. He felt his sins, and wondered he should feel; Grace made the wound, and grace alone could heal. Now farewell oaths, and blasphemies, and lies! He quits the sinner's for the martyr's prize. That holy day was washed with many a tear, Gilded with hope, yet shaded, too, by fear. The next, his swarthy brethren of the mine Learned, by his altered speech, the change divine! Laughed when they should have wept, and swore the day Was nigh when he would swear as fast as they. "No," said the penitent,--"such words shall share "This breath no more; devoted now to prayer. "O! if Thou seest (Thine eye the future sees) "That I shall yet again blaspheme, like these, "Now strike me to the ground on which I kneel, "Ere yet this heart relapses into steel: "Now take me to that heaven I once defied, "Thy presence, Thy embrace!"--He spoke, and died! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...JACOBITE'S TOAST (TO AN OFFICER IN THE ARMY) by JOHN BYROM TO HIS SON, VINCENT CORBET, ON HIS THIRD BIRTHDAY by RICHARD CORBET THE PINES AND THE SEA by CHRISTOPHER PEARSE CRANCH VENUS OF THE LOUVRE by EMMA LAZARUS AN HYMN IN HONOUR OF BEAUTY by EDMUND SPENSER |