THE last and greatest Herald of Heaven's.King, Girt with rough skins, hies to the deserts wild, Among that savage brood the woods forth bring, Which he than man more harmless found and mild. His food was locusts, and what young doth spring With honey that from virgin hives distill'd; Parch'd body, hollow eyes, some uncouth thing Made him appear, long since from earth exiled. There burst he forth: 'All ye, whose hopes rely On God, with me amidst these deserts mourn; Repent, repent, and from old errors turn!' -- Who listen'd to his voice, obey'd his cry? Only the echoes, which he made relent, Rung from their marble caves 'Repent! Repent!' | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LITTLE BOY LOST, FR. SONGS OF INNOCENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE SISTER HELEN by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI THE YOUNG CARPENTER by AL-RUSAFI THE EVE OF BANNOCKBURN by JOHN BARBOUR ACROSS THE PAMPAS by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT THE VEIL by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE |