Thou whose healing reaches far Where the seeds of evil are, Probe the source of my distress, Every secret sinfulness. Thou whose eye discovers keen Both the hidden and the seen, Use Thy knife, if so Thou wilt, Where I think me free from guilt. Thou whose mind is wise to see What has been and what will be, Though no present ill I know, Save me from the coming woe. Human sages ply their art, Curing fever, chill, and smart; Thou, O Christ, my health shalt be Now, and through eternity. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LA PALOMA IN LONDON by CLAUDE MCKAY NEW YEAR'S EVE by DAVID IGNATOW DAWN by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON NOBODY'S LOOKIN' BUT DE OWL AND DE MOON (A NEGRO SERENADE) by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON A SEA-SHORE GRAVE by SIDNEY LANIER LITTLE BROTHER'S STORY by KATHERINE MANSFIELD SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: ALFRED MOIR by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE SPARROW HARK IN THE RAIN (ALEXANDER STEPHENS HEARS NEWS) by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |