Sonne of God heare us, and since thou By taking our blood, owest it us againe, Gaine to thy self, or us allow; And let not both us and thy selfe be slaine; O Lambe of God, which took'st our sinne Which could not stick to thee, O let it not returne to us againe, But Patient and Physition being free, As sinne is nothing, let it no where be. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A SONG OF COURAGE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON NOBODY'S LOOKIN' BUT DE OWL AND DE MOON (A NEGRO SERENADE) by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON THE POET; SONNET by AMY LOWELL REAR-PORCHES OF AN APARTMENT-BUILDING by MAXWELL BODENHEIM THE BALLAD OF THE DARK LADIE; A FRAGMENT by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE MEMORY OF THE IRISH DEAD by JOHN KELLS INGRAM |