Remember, if I claim too much of you, I claim it of my brother and my friend: Have patience with me till the hidden end, Bitter or sweet, in mercy shut from view. Pay me my due; though I to pay your due Am all too poor and past what will can mend: Thus of your bounty you must give and lend Still unrepaid by aught I look to do. Still unrepaid by aught of mine on earth: But overpaid, please God, when recompense Beyond the mystic Jordan and new birth Is dealt to virtue as to innocence; When Angels singing praises in their mirth Have borne you in their arms and fetched you hence. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...UPLANDS IN MAY by CARL SANDBURG BALLAD OF THE LORDS OF OLD TIME by FRANCOIS VILLON THE OLD STOIC by EMILY JANE BRONTE BEREAVED by JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY THE SONG THAT SHALL ATONE by KATHARINE LEE BATES AN ENGLISH SHELL by ARTHUR CHRISTOPHER BENSON |