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...DE LITTLE PICKANINNY'S GONE TO SLEEP by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON PEACE; A STUDY by CHARLES STUART CALVERLEY TO NIGHT by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY THE BROOK: AUTUMN by LAURA ABELL DRINKING ODE by ALCAEUS OF MYTILENE BEHIND TIME by ALEXANDER ANDERSON AN EXPOSTULATION WITH LOVE by PHILIP AYRES EPITAPH ON THE SECRETARY TO THE MUSES by JANE BARKER HUGH STUART BOYD: HIS BLINDNESS by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING |