Even as thy dues, and what I can procure, More from my heart, to thee shall be presented; Yet hadst thou but the tenth part I endure, I'm sure thy last neglect should be repented; Thou wouldst be sorry that I have misspent My time in sighs, for prayers only free: But pray'rs are kill'd through too much discontent, For he that loves can never zealous be. 'Tis thee alone must be my gracious Saint: Gainst thee, and to thee only's my complaint. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PRO PATRIA MORI by THOMAS MOORE LAURENCE BLOOMFIELD IN IRELAND: 3. ISAAC BROWN by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM MY FRIEND by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS WINTER MOUNTAIN by MARIANA BACHMAN SONG: 5 by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD ITALY by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT THE HERON BALLADS: 1. FIRST BALLAD IN THROAT by ROBERT BURNS |