As due by many titles I resigne My selfe to thee, O God, first I was made By thee, and for thee, and when I was decay'd Thy blood bought that, the which before was thine; I am thy sonne, made with thy selfe to shine, Thy servant, whose paines thou hast still repaid, Thy sheepe, thine Image, and, till I betray'd My selfe, a temple of thy Spirit divine; Why doth the devill then usurpe on mee? Why doth he steale, nay ravish that's thy right? Except thou rise and for thine owne worke fight, Oh I shall soone despaire, when I doe see That thou lov'st mankind well, yet wilt'not chuse me. And Satan hates mee, yet is loth to lose mee. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONG BY THE WINDOW BEFORE BED by KATHERINE MANSFIELD THE PIED PIPER OF HAMELIN by ROBERT BROWNING WHAT BEST I SEE; TO U.S.G. RETURN'D FROM HIS WORLD'S TOUR by WALT WHITMAN THOREAU by AMOS BRONSON ALCOTT YELLOW CLOVER by KATHARINE LEE BATES A NEW PILGRIMAGE: 29 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT TO THOS. FLOYD by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES DAUGHTER O' MINE by DAISY DEAN BUTLER AN EPISTLE TO A FRIEND PROPOSING A CORRECTION IN PASSAGE FROM HORACE by JOHN BYROM |