Do not beguile my heart, Because thou art My power and wisdome. Put me not to shame, Because I am Thy clay that sweeps, thy dust that calls. Thou art the Lord of glorie; The deed and storie Are both thy due: but I, a silly flie, That live or die, According as the weather falls. Art thou all justice, Lord? Shows not thy word More attributes? Am I all throat or eye, To weep or crie? Have I no parts but those of grief? Let not thy wrathfull power Afflict my houre, My inch of life: or let thy gracious power Contract my houre, That I may climbe and finde relief. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FATHER, THY WILL BE DONE by SARAH FLOWER ADAMS THE IRISH MOTHER'S LAMENT by CECIL FRANCES ALEXANDER |