GOD, God, how oft in what assault of prayer Must man subdue the soul and bend the knee, How often in the infinite of air Must hurl the litanies that cry for thee, And look to heaven, and tell himself that there No voice hath been and yet a voice shall be:— O say how often, till the last despair Seize him and madden, as it maddens me? But who contends with God? it is in vain: How should a sinner of the Just complain? From the Almighty shall a man be free? Nay, till I die must I beseech again, Yea, till I die the pulses of my pain Beat with the flow and falling of the sea. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A SONG OF FREEDOM by ALICE MILLIGAN UPON THE CIRCUMCISION by JOHN MILTON IN MEMORIAM A.H.H.: 67 by ALFRED TENNYSON TO A GENTLEMAN & LADY ON THE DEATH ... CHILD NAMED AVIS by PHILLIS WHEATLEY A PRESENCE by KENNETH SLADE ALLING BARCAROLE: DE VIGNY by E. G. B. MEARY WEDDED by WILLIAM BARNES |