MOST sweet and pleasing are thy ways, O God, Like meadows decked with crystal streams and flowers: Thy paths no foot profane hath ever trod, Nor hath the proud man rested in Thy bowers: There lives no vulture, no devouring bear, But only doves and lambs are harboured there. The wolf his young ones to their prey doth guide; The fox his cubs with false deceit endues; The lion's whelp sucks from his dam his pride; In hers the serpent malice doth infuse: The darksome desert all such beasts contains, Not one of them in Paradise remains. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DEVASTATION by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON PROVING by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON EPITAPH IN A CHURCH-YARD IN CHARLESTON, SOUTH CAROLINA by AMY LOWELL BRUTUS LIVES AGAIN IN BOOTH by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |