"NOW, by our Lady, here is master speech! I swear such language is beyond my reach, Though I (quoth Ben) have skill to marshal words And make them peal like trumpets, lute like birds. But here is marvel passing Ben or me, Our Lord come down to earth, in verity. "Old Tyndale wrought full well, and I have read These long, long years his Book by board and bed And blessed him for it; but this Book of James Writes up in gold the hundred gloried names Of them who took from Hebrew or from Greek The Word of God or of His Jesus meek. "I'll to the tavern, o'er a stoup of wine Con once again this Treasure, line by line; The old, dear Gospel I have loved full well So fashioned, it shall cast a faery spell And pluck a heedless world anew from Hell!" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SOMEBODY'S DARLING by MARIE LA CONTE FAREWELL TO ARMS by GEORGE PEELE IKE WALTON'S PRAYER by JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY A BALLAD OF DEATH by ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE THE SILENT VOICES by ALFRED TENNYSON |