FROM time to time I meet with those who cry Peccavi, and the bitter cup still drink For errors of a season long gone by; Though once I held with them, this now I think -- At last is outlawed one's account for sins, The thorn of conscience -- let it cease to turn! 'Tis then a time of thankfulness begins; We find some gifts our virtues could not earn! Read how Orestes, years of torment done, Felt suddenly withdrawn the Furies' goad: 'Twas when Athene and Latona's son Checked those pursuers, and compassion showed. On Ares' Hill the Furies' temple stood: Orestes, now his spirit filled with ease, Their altar wreathed with flowers and called them Good -- The favoring, the kind, Eumenides! Can I do less than he -- young Greek of old? How well I know what felt that fugitive Who could not with his torturing memories hold, Nor yet without them had he learned to live! Oh, let them be my friends, who were my dread, With several lash for every ill thing done -- Whose brazen feet pursued where'er I fled, Whose torch lit up whatever shade I won! Drop, scourge, at last -- and heavy hand, uplift! ... Now, since they send me such abounding ease, Should I not bring to them some little gift -- The favoring, the kind, Eumenides? What I have done amiss must so remain, Not mine to longer grieve therefor, or brood; Both sins and lashes have not been in vain; I call my own departing Furies "Good"! This have I written for those souls who still Peccavi cry -- because their sins were sore, When better they might climb the templed hill, And carry there their flowers -- and grieve no more! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE MODERN MOTHER by ALICE MEYNELL THE DYING CHRISTIAN TO HIS SOUL by PUBLIUS AELIUS HADRIANUS HYMN TO INTELLECTUAL BEAUTY by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY THE LAND OF COUNTERPANE by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON PREPARATORY MEDITATIONS, 1ST SERIES: 32 by EDWARD TAYLOR YARROW REVISITED by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 17. THE BESTOWER by EDWIN ARNOLD |