THOU who didst hang upon a barren tree, My God, for me; Though I till now be barren, now at length, Lord, give me strength To bring forth fruit to Thee. Thou who didst bear for me the crown of thorn, Spitting and scorn; Though I till now have put forth thorns, yet now Strengthen me Thou That better fruit be borne. Thou Rose of Sharon, Cedar of broad roots, Vine of sweet fruits, Thou Lily of the vale with fadeless leaf, Of thousands Chief, Feed Thou my feeble shoots. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BETSY'S BATTLE FLAG by MINNA IRVING TO AGE by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR THYESTES, ACT 2: CHORUS by LUCIUS ANNAEUS SENECA THE FROGS: HYMN OF THE INITIATES by ARISTOPHANES ST. MARTIN'S WALL by ANTON ALEXANDER VON AUERSPERG |