TWO brothers freely cast their lot With David's royal Son; The cost of conquest counting not, They deem the battle won. Brothers in heart, they hope to gain An undivided joy; That man may one with man remain, As boy was one with boy. Christ heard; and will'd that James should fall, First prey of Satan's rage; John linger out his fellows all, And die in bloodless age. Now they join hands once more above, Before the Conqueror's throne; Thus God grants prayer, but in His love Makes times and ways His own. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CONSCIENCE AND REMORSE by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR THE TUFT OF FLOWERS by ROBERT FROST HAILSTORM IN MAY by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS SONNET: 19. ON HIS BLINDNESS by JOHN MILTON THE LITTLE REBEL by JOSEPH ASHBY-STERRY |