Yet read at last the story of my woe, The dreary abstracts of my endless cares, With my life's sorrow interlined so, Smok'd with my sighs and blotted with my tears, The sad memorials of my miseries, Penn'd in the grief of mine afflicted ghost, My life's complaint in doleful elegies, With so pure love as Time could never boast. Receive the incense which I offer here, By my strong faith ascending to thy fame, My zeal, my hope, my vows, my praise, my prayer, My soul's oblation to thy sacred name, Which name my Muse to highest heav'ns shall raise By chaste desire, true love, and virtuous praise. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...JOHANNES AGRICOLA IN MEDITATION by ROBERT BROWNING DEFEAT AND VICTORY by WALLACE RICE IN THE PINK' by SIEGFRIED SASSOON IMPRESSIONS: LA FUITE DE LA LUNE by OSCAR WILDE THE SWORD by MICHAEL JOSEPH BARRY HINC LACHRIMAE; OR THE AUTHOR TO AURORA: 21 by WILLIAM BOSWORTH |