I said his child for long had loved him so, So pitied his desolation, his gray decline. Though I too tried at pity, I opine, For her sweet sake, yet forth from this, new woe, Forth from her pitying love, began to grow: She would be faithful to her father's line, And faithful yet to me who called her mine, Whilst father and husband on her overthrow Each worked, by rendering her twofold task Tenfold impossible. Distracted, torn, Beside her bed the loving God she'd ask Each winter evening, and again each morn (The merciful God upon the great white throne): "Help me to do my duty to my own." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE CAGED SKYLARK by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS WILD ROSES by RHODA S. BARCLAY THE MERCHANT OF VENICE; A LEGEND OF ITALY by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM A WAY TO A HAPPY NEW YEAR by ROBERT BREWSTER BEATTIE THE TRIUMPH OF LOVE by WILLIAM ROSE BENET PSALM 18. DILIGAM TE by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE A FAVOURITE SCENE; RECALLED ON LOOKING AT BIRKET FOSTER'S LANDSCAPE by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN |