As to th'Eternall often in anguishes Earst have I called never unanswered Again I call, again I calling Doubt not again to receive an answer Lord ridd my soul from treasonous eloquence Of filthy forgers craftily fraudulent And from the tongue where lodg'd resideth Poisned abuse ruin of beleivers Thou that reposest vainly thy confidence In wyly wronging say by thy forgery What good to thee, what gain redoundeth What benefit from a tongue deceitfull? Though like an arrow strongly delivered It deeply peirce though like to a Juniper It coales do cast which quickly fired Flame very hott, very hardly quenching. Ah God, too long here I wander bannished Too long abiding barbarous injury With Kedor and with Mesec harbor'd How? In a tent in a housles harbor Too long alas, too long, have I dwelled here With friendly Peaces furious Enemys Who when to peace I seek to call them Faster I find to the warr they arm them. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...JASPER by DONALD (GRADY) DAVIDSON IT JUST SO HAPPENS by JAMES GALVIN AN EXPLANATION by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON THE RIVALS by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON RICHARD BOOTH TO HIS SON JUNIUS BRUTUS by EDGAR LEE MASTERS NOTHING WILL CURE THE SICK LION BUT TO EAT AN APE' by MARIANNE MOORE SONG FOR THE FIRST OF THE MONTH by DOROTHY PARKER |