Have, have ye no regard, all ye Who passe this way, to pitie me, Who am a man of miserie! A man both bruis'd, and broke, and one Who suffers not here for mine own, But for my friends transgression! Ah! Sions Daughters, do not feare The Crosse, the Cords, the Nailes, the Speare, The Myrrhe, the Gall, the Vineger: For Christ, your loving Saviour, hath Drunk up the wine of Gods fierce wrath; Onely, there's left a little froth, Lesse for to tast, then for to shew, What bitter cups had been your due, Had He not drank them up for you. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE FUNERAL OF YOUTH: THRENODY by RUPERT BROOKE MOTHERHOOD by CHARLES STUART CALVERLEY THE CHURCH WINDOWS by GEORGE HERBERT NIGHT AND DAY by SIDNEY LANIER FROM THE IONIAN ISLANDS by RICHARD MONCKTON MILNES |