Last night I drew up mine Account, And found my Debits to amount To such a height, as for to tell How I sho'd pay, 's impossible: Well, this I'le do; my mighty score Thy mercy-seat I'le lay before; But therewithall I'le bring the Band, Which, in full force, did daring stand, Till my Redeemer (on the Tree) Made void for millions, as for me. Then, if Thou bidst me pay, or go Unto the prison, I'le say, no; Christ having paid, I nothing owe: For, this is sure, the Debt is dead By Law, the Bond once cancelled. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON BEING ASKED TO WRITE A POEM AGAINST THE WAR IN VIETNAM by HAYDEN CARRUTH AFTER VERLAINE by ANSELM HOLLO AFTER WRITING A POEM by DAVID IGNATOW SONNET: AUTUMN by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW HUGH SELWYN MAUBERLEY: 1. E.P. ODE POUR L'ELECTION DE SON SEPULCHRE by EZRA POUND |