O FOOLISH soul! to make thy count For languid falls and much forgiven, When like a flame thou mightest mount To storm and carry heaven. A life so faint,''"is this to live? A goal so mean,''"is this a goal? Christ love thee, remedy, forgive, Save thee, O foolish soul. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MY OLD KENTUCKY HOME by STEPHEN COLLINS FOSTER THE WHITE HOUSE by CLAUDE MCKAY AMORETTI: 37 by EDMUND SPENSER |