NOW on my Conscience thou art right My Heart, who tellst me, I This morning full as justly might Have let my anger fly At my forgetfull sinfull self, as at My Servant who my strait Command forgot. 2 I have a Master too: nor is My Servant bound to my Commands, so much as I to His In whose great family Were I not entertained I could not live; 'Tis He, who to myself myself doth give. 3 Ah patient Master of bold Me, How oft hast thou renued Thy soft Commands, & ernestlie My fugitive heart persued; Yea, and (what I could hardly stoop to do) Vouchaf'd thy Slaves obedience to woo! 4 How gross in my Injustice, who Could not this fault digest From mine own Servant, yet can so Gentle a Lord resist! And now could I for shame expect that he When I disloyal am, should faithfull be! 5 O teach me holy policie, Great Lord, & never let Me copies of disloyaltie To my own Servants set. Subdue my stubborn Will, for then I shall Best have it, when I have it not at all. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONNET (3) by CHARLES HAMILTON SORLEY TWO POINTS OF VIEW: 2 by CHARLES WILLIAM BRODRIBB ALMA MATER by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN A LIGHT WOMAN by ROBERT BROWNING CASUAL MEETING by MARGARET E. BRUNER |