The foole in foolish Fancy says There is no God that marks mens wayes So he and all the Witless train Such deeds both do, and don maintain Whose hatefull touch the earth doth stain Who good among them? None Even God that can most nearly pry Hath cast on them his searching eye Searching if any God would know What finds he? All astraying go All so corrupt and cankred so Not one doth good, not one. O Fury! Are Gods people bred For as they were so are ye fedd On them, ye Wolvish Canibals And unto God, which of you calls? But lo great feare upon you falls From what you feared least For God shall so his people wreake That He whole armys boanes shall breake Chased by them with shame and scorn Ah! when shall time away be worne That Israel Syons Saviour born May joy and Jacob rest. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...NEW YORK AT NIGHT by AMY LOWELL PHRYGES: JUSTICE PROTECTS THE KING by AESCHYLUS THE WRESTLERS by WILLIAM ROSE BENET THE AUTHOR OF 'THE GREAT ILLUSION' by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN LOUISA; A TALE by JANE BOWDLER AN EVENING CLOUD by JOHN GARDINER CALKINS BRAINARD |