That wee may change to evennesse This intermitting aguish Pietie; That snatching cramps of wickednesse And Apoplexies of fast sin, may die; That musique of thy promises, Not threats in Thunder may Awaken us to our just offices; What in thy booke, thou dost, or creatures say, That we may heare, Lord heare us, when wee pray. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DIVIDE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON YOUTH'S PROGENY by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON FRAGMENT by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON LITTLE BROTHER'S STORY by KATHERINE MANSFIELD DOMESDAY BOOK: JOHN SCOFIELD by EDGAR LEE MASTERS GRAND ARMY PLAZA by KAREN SWENSON |