THE resignation of myself and mine I prostrate at the footstep of his shrine, Who, for the mighty love he bore to me, Laid out himself in each capacity; Unasked, pawns his deity, and shrouds Almighty feebleness in human clouds; And even that cottage did not death engage For three days, to redeem our heritage; For no less price than his humanity Could ransom us, stamp'd with divinity. The story of this noble surety, friend, Should to such ecstasy our zeals extend, That our estates or selves we ne'er should deem So free, as when they mortgag'd are for him; I therefore can, with a contented mind, Shake hands with all the wealth of either Ind, In a clear conscience finding riches more Than there the sun bequeaths unto his ore; Who drinks with sacred Druids at the brook, Whose unjust sufferings are for guilt mistook, And from their mouth, now the forbidden tree, Alas, of knowledge, sucks divinity. With angels on an honest bed of leaves Redintegrated Paradise conceives; For Heaven is only God's revealed face; So these make Paradise, and not the place. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THANATOPSIS by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT UPON HIS SPANIEL [SPANIELL] TRACIE by ROBERT HERRICK THE RUBAIYAT, 1879 EDITION: 23 by OMAR KHAYYAM A LETTER TO LADY [MISS] MARGARET-CAVANDISH-HOLLES-HARLEY, WHEN A CHILD by MATTHEW PRIOR SPANISH SPRING by JEAN D. ARMSTRONG |