When I had read your holy @3Meditations@1, And in them viewed the uncertainty of life, The motives, and true spurs to all good nations, The peace of conscience, and the godly's strife, The danger of delaying to repent, And the deceit of pleasures, by consent, The comfort of weak Christians, with their warning, From fearful backslides; and the debt we are in, To follow goodness, by our own discerning Our great reward, the eternal crown to win, I said, who had supped so deep of this sweet chalice, Must Celia be, the anagram of Alice. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE DESERTED GARDEN by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING BLACK AND BLUE EYES by THOMAS MOORE WHEN THE FROST IS ON THE PUNKIN by JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY IN MEMORIAM A.H.H.: 55 by ALFRED TENNYSON MIRTH by EDITH COURTENAY BABBITT THE CHILDREN'S CRUSADE by JOHANNES ROBERT BECHER MAXIMS FOR THE OLD HOUSE: THE CHAMBER by ANNA HEMPSTEAD BRANCH |