IT is enough! Cease thine assailing, In dust my limbs lie wearily. Thou calm'st the meanest creature's wailing: Must I alone forgotten be? Wouldst thou destroy me? Well, here stand I, Awaiting still thy sword-blade's sough; But torture not with blows so sorely, And stay thy hand. It is enough! It is enough! These chains inflaming With hellish fire my aching heart, -- All powerless are words in naming The boundless anguish of their smart. From gyves the criminal aye loose we, When dragged to doom by jailers rough: Wilt thou not cast one glance in mercy My guilt upon? It is enough! It is enough! All earth's woes feeling, I've suffered till my soul is sick; Have fought till, bleeding, bruised past healing, Wounded I lie unto the quick. See through my hands the tremor gliding; My feeble breath full soon will cease: Thou Judge, o'er life and death presiding, It is enough! Oh, grant me peace! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CIRCUS AT NIGHT by MADELEINE AARON THE DIFFERENCE by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH ALONG SHORE by HERBERT BASHFORD BROADWAY by WILLIAM ROSE BENET THESE TIMES by GERTRUDE RYDER BENNETT THE MOON OF RAMADAN by MATHILDE BLIND THE WEDDING FEAST: 6 by ANNA HEMPSTEAD BRANCH |