My God, thou that didst die for me, These thy death's fruits I offer thee. Death that to me was life and light But dark and deep pangs to thy sight. Some drops of thy all-quick'ning blood Fell on my heart, these made it bud And put forth thus, though, Lord, before The ground was cursed, and void of store. Indeed, I had some here to hire Which long resisted thy desire, That stoned thy servants, and did move To have thee murthered for thy Love, But, Lord, I have expelled them, and so bent Beg thou wouldst take thy tenant's rent. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: AMI GREEN by EDGAR LEE MASTERS ON ANOTHER'S SORROW, FR. SONGS OF INNOCENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE THE STATUE AND THE BUST by ROBERT BROWNING DEATH OF STONEWALL JACKSON by HENRY LYNDEN FLASH LINES; SUGGESTED BY GRAVES TWO ENGLISH SOLDIERS ON CONCORD by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL SONG FOR A LITTLE HOUSE by CHRISTOPHER DARLINGTON MORLEY THE SCORPION by WILLIAM PLOMER |