"@3Your sins ... shall be white as snow@1." INTO the rescued world newcomer, The newly-dead stepped up, and cried, "O what is that, sweeter than summer Was to my heart before I died? Sir (to an angel), what is yonder More bright than the remembered skies, A lovelier sight, a softer splendour Than when the moon was wont to rise? Surely no sinner wears such seeming Even the Rescued World within?" "O the success of His redeeming! O child, it is a rescued sin!" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HIGH PLAINS RAG by JAMES GALVIN EPISTLE TO SIR ROBERT WALPOLE (1) by HENRY FIELDING ASPATIA'S SONG, FR. THE MAID'S TRAEGDY by JOHN FLETCHER THE SUPERSEDED by THOMAS HARDY TWILIGHT AT THE HEIGHTS by CINCINNATUS HEINE MILLER DEATH'S VALLEY by WALT WHITMAN THE LAST MAN: DREAM OF DYING by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES THE LOVE SONNETS OF PROTEUS: 26. ASKING FOR HER HEART. CHRISTMAS by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT THE CONSOLATION OF PHILOSOPHY: BOOK 3 by ANICIUS MANLIUS SEVERINUS BOETHIUS |