"Two hands upon the breast, And labor's done; Two pale feet crossed in rest, -- The race is won; Two eyes with coin-weights shut, And all tears cease; Two lips where grief is mute, Anger at peace:" So pray we oftentimes, mourning our lot; God in his kindness answereth not. "Two hands to work addrest Aye for his praise; Two feet that never rest Walking his ways; Two eyes that look above Through all their tears; Two lips still breathing love, Not wrath, nor fears:" So pray we afterwards, low on our knees; Pardon those erring prayers! Father hear these! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THERE WILL BE STARS by SARA TEASDALE VIGNETTES OVERSEAS: 8. FLORENCE by SARA TEASDALE THE LAST CHRYSANTHEMUM by THOMAS HARDY LINES WRITTEN IN EARLY SPRING by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH THE MOTHER'S LAMENT by ST. CLAIR ADAMS |