LORD, Thou hast crushed Thy tender ones, o'erthrown Thy strong, Thy fair; Thy man thou hast unmanned, Thy elaborate works unwrought, Thy deeds undone, Thy lovely sentiment human plan unplanned; Destroyer, we have cowered beneath Thine own Immediate, unintelligible hand. Lord, thou hast hastened to retrieve, to heal, To feed, to bind, to clothe, to quench the brand, To prop the ruin, to bless, and to anneal; Hast sped Thy ships by sea, Thy trains by land, Shed pity and tears: -- our shattered fingers feel Thy mediate and intelligible hand. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WINTER MEMORIES by HENRY DAVID THOREAU TO THE VERS LIBRIST WHO USES ONLY THE MINOR KEY by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS LAST AND WORST by FRANCES EKIN ALLISON HYMN TO THE WINDS by JOACHIM DU BELLAY A NEW PILGRIMAGE: 26 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |