Our Lord Who did the Ox command To kneel to Judah's King, He binds His frost upon the land To ripen it for Spring -- To ripen it for Spring, good sirs, According to His Word; Which well must be as ye can see -- And who shall judge the Lord? When we poor fenmen skate the ice Or shiver on the wold, We hear the cry of a single tree That breaks her heart in the cold -- That breaks her heart in the cold, good sirs, And rendeth by the board; Which well must be as ye can see -- And who shall judge the Lord? Her wood is crazed and little worth Excepting as to burn, That we may warm and make our mirth Until the Spring return -- Until the Spring return, good sirs, When people walk abroad; Which well must be as ye can see -- And who shall judge the Lord? God bless the master of this house, And all that sleep therein! And guard the fens from pirate folk, And keep s all from sin, To walk in honesty, good sirs, Of thought and deed and word! Which shall befriend our latter end -- And who shall judge the Lord? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ODE ON THE POPULAR SUPERSTITIONS OF THE HIGHLANDS OF SCOTLAND by WILLIAM COLLINS (1721-1759) AURENG-ZEBE, OR THE GREAT MOGUL: PROLOGUE by JOHN DRYDEN BURIAL OF THE MINNISINK by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW PALINODE; AUTUMN by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL A DOUBTING HEART by ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTER KATHLEEN O'MORE by GEORGE NUGENT REYNOLDS |