Sweet Jesus with Thy Mother mild, Sweet Virgin Mother with thy Child, Angels and Saints of each degree, Redress our country's misery. Give judgment, Lord, twixt them and us, The balance yet let pity hold, Let mercy measure their offence And grace reduce them to Thy fold, That we, all children of the Spouse, May live as brethren in Thy house. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE OCTOROON by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE STRAPLESS by KAREN SWENSON WHITE AN' BLUE by WILLIAM BARNES TO WILLIAM WORDSWORTH by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE CONCORD HYMN; SUNG AT COMPLETION OF CONCORD MONUMENT, 1836 by RALPH WALDO EMERSON EIGHT VOLUNTEERS by LANSING C. BAILEY |