"WOE'S me!" the peaceful prophet cried, "Spare me this troubled life; To stem man's wrath, to school his pride, To head the sacred strife! "O place me in some silent vale, Where groves and flowers abound; Nor eyes that grudge, nor tongues that rail, Vex the truth-haunted ground!" If his meek spirit err'd, opprest That God denied repose, What sin is ours, to whom Heaven's rest Is pledged, to heal earth's woes? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...JOY (2) by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON LOVE AT SEA by THEOPHILE GAUTIER A FAREWELL TO LONDON IN THE YEAR 1715 by ALEXANDER POPE WINDSOR FOREST by ALEXANDER POPE I HAVE A GARMENT by ABRAHAM IBN EZRA PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 50. AL-BAHITH by EDWIN ARNOLD |