Seven vials hold Thy wrath: but what can hold Thy mercy save Thine own Infinitude, Boundlessly overflowing with all good. All lovingkindness, all delights untold? Thy Love, of each created love the mould; Thyself, of all the empty plenitude; Heard of at Ephrata, found in the Wood, For ever One, the Same, and Manifold. Lord, give us grace to tremble with that dove Which Ark - bound winged its solitary way And overpast the Deluge in a day. Whom Noah's hand pulled in and comforted: For we who much more hang upon Thy Love Behold its shadow in the deed he did. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE IVORY GATE; LOVE-IN-IDLENESS by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES BLEUE MAISON by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN THE TROUBLED SPIRIT by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN MEMORY AND HOPE by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING |