Also I ask, but ever from the praying Shrinks my soul backward, eager and afraid, Point me the sum and shame of my betraying, Show me, o Love, thy wounds which I have made! Yes, thou forgivest, but with all forgiving Canst not renew mine innocence again: Make thou, o Christ, a dying of my living, Purge from the sin but never from the pain! So shall all speech of now and of to-morrow, All he hath shown me or shall show me yet, Spring from an infinite and tender sorrow, Burst from a burning passion of regret: Standing afar I summon you anigh him, Yes, to the multitudes I call and say, "This is my King! I preach and I deny him, Christ! whom I crucify anew to-day." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONNET: ON A FAMILY PICTURE by THOMAS EDWARDS MY LADY'S PLEASURE by ROBERT GRAHAM VERSES WHY BURNT by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR THE DAY OF JUDGEMENT by JONATHAN SWIFT THE CHARACTER OF A HAPPY LIFE by HENRY WOTTON MOONLIGHT by MARGUERITE ATTERBURY EMBLEMS OF LOVE: 25. ENVY ACCOMPANIES LOVE by PHILIP AYRES |