I MUST not praise Thee that Thou tardy art In crediting thy @3Lords@1 Miraculous Rise Yet must I thank Thee, for my Heartned Heart By this thy tardiness more nimbly flyes. My faithlessnes prevented is by Thee, And by thy Tongue, e'r I was borne, I said I'l not believe He's Risen, till I see Those Prints which by the Spear, & Nailes were made. By thine, my Finger tryd each reverend Wound, By which each Hand of Mercy broached was: By thine, my hand express admission found Where ye lesse cruell Spear before did passe. With Thee, by those three Mouths of Goodnes I Confuted was, & could not chuse but yeild. He who could conquer Death, whilst He did dye, Of Us might easily, living, win ye Feild. By thine, my Tongue did clear Confession make, Whilst further then my hand my Heart did prie, And from my Lips thy Eccho still doth break @3My God, my Lord@1, for ever will I crie. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONNET TO A FRIEND WHO ASKED, HOW I FELT ... MY INFANT TO ME by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE TO A YOUNG ASS; ITS MOTHER BEING TETHERED NEAR IT by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE OLD SUSAN by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE UNTO US A SON IS GIVEN by ALICE MEYNELL THE FISHER'S BOY by HENRY DAVID THOREAU |