IF e'er I fall beneath Thy rod, As through life's snares I go, Save me from David's lot, O God! And choose Thyself the woe. How should I face Thy plagues? which scare, And haunt, and stun, until The heart or sinks in mute despair, Or names a random ill. If else...then guide in David's path, Who chose the holier pain; Satan and man are tools of wrath, An Angel's scourge is gain. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE FRUIT GARDEN PATH by AMY LOWELL THE COUNTESS CATHLEEN IN PARADISE by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS THOUGHTS ON THE COMMANDMENTS by GEORGE AUGUSTUS BAKER JR. THE VOLUNTEER by ELBRIDGE JEFFERSON CUTLER CEREMONIAL ODE; INTENDED FOR A UNIVERSITY by LASCELLES ABERCROMBIE |