Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, I DO REPENT ME OF DEPARTED DAYS, by PETRARCH


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I DO REPENT ME OF DEPARTED DAYS, by                     Poet's Biography
Last Line: My hopes that in no other temple dwell
Alternate Author Name(s): Petrarca, Francesco
Subject(s): Conduct Of Life; Repentance


I DO repent me of departed days
In which I laid up treasure on the earth,
And did not use my wings unto Thy praise,
Though haply they were given to prove my worth.
My sins are manifest before Thy face,
O Lord of Heaven, invisible, divine,
Grant to my frail and erring spirit grace,
My weakness lift with potency of Thine:
Thus, though I lived in tempest and at strife,
Yet I may die in tranquil port at last,
Though vain the pilgrimage, its end be well!
O grant me so to live the rest of life
That I may die in Thee on Whom are cast
My hopes that in no other temple dwell.






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