Sonne of God heare us, and since thou By taking our blood, owest it us againe, Gaine to thy self, or us allow; And let not both us and thy selfe be slaine; O Lambe of God, which took'st our sinne Which could not stick to thee, O let it not returne to us againe, But Patient and Physition being free, As sinne is nothing, let it no where be. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BAD CHILD'S BOOK OF BEASTS: INTRODUCTION by HILAIRE BELLOC CONTRA MORTEM: THE BEING by HAYDEN CARRUTH SHALL I SAY by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON TRANSPOSITIONS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON BEFORE DAWN; SONNET by AMY LOWELL |