Jesus, do I love Thee? Thou art far above me, Seated out of sight Hid in heavenly light Of most highest height. Martyred hosts implore Thee, Seraphs call before Thee, Angels and Archangels, Cherub throngs adore Thee; Blessed she that bore Thee! -- All the Saints approve Thee, All the Virgins love Thee. I show as a bolt Blood hath cleansed not, As a barren spot In Thy fruitful lot. I, figtree fruit-unbearing, Thou, Righteous Judge unsparing: What canst Thou do more to me That shall not more undo me? Thy Justice hath a sound: "Why cumbereth it the ground?" Thy Love with stirrings stronger Pleads: "Give it one year longer." Thou giv'st me time: but who Save Thou, shall give me dew, Shall feed my root with Blood And stir my sap for good? -- Oh by Thy gifts that shame me Give more lest they condemn me: Good Lord, I ask much of Thee, But most I ask to love Thee: Kind Lord, be mindful of me, Love me and make me love Thee. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DAUGHTERS OF JEPHTHA by LOUIS UNTERMEYER LITTLE BROWN BABY by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR OF THE DAY ESTIVALL by ALEXANDER HUME TOMORROW by FELIX LOPE DE VEGA CARPIO TO A HUMMING BIRD by GLADYS ARNE PICKEN O' SCROFF by WILLIAM BARNES |