Seven vials hold Thy wrath: but what can hold Thy mercy save Thine own Infinitude, Boundlessly overflowing with all good. All lovingkindness, all delights untold? Thy Love, of each created love the mould; Thyself, of all the empty plenitude; Heard of at Ephrata, found in the Wood, For ever One, the Same, and Manifold. Lord, give us grace to tremble with that dove Which Ark - bound winged its solitary way And overpast the Deluge in a day. Whom Noah's hand pulled in and comforted: For we who much more hang upon Thy Love Behold its shadow in the deed he did. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DEDICATION IN THESE DAY by HAYDEN CARRUTH THE GIFT TO SING by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: PAULINE BARRETT by EDGAR LEE MASTERS YOU ARE FIRE EATERS by MARIANNE MOORE THE GREAT HUNT by CARL SANDBURG THE RIGHT TO GRIEF by CARL SANDBURG |