THOU, under Satan's fierce control, Shall Heaven its final rest bestow? I know not, but I know a soul That might have fallen as darkly low. I judge thee not, what depths of ill Soe'er thy feet have found, or trod; I know a spirit and a will As weak, but for the grace of God. Shalt thou with full-day laborers stand, Who hardly canst have pruned one vine? I know not, but I know a hand With an infirmity like thine. Shalt thou who hast with scoffers part, E'er wear the crown the Christian wears? I know not, but I know a heart As flinty, but for tears and prayers. Have mercy, O thou Crucified! For even while I name thy name, I know a tongue that might have lied Like Peter's, and an bowed with shame. Fighters of good fights, -- just, unjust, -- The weak who faint, the frail who fall, -- Of one blood, of the self-same dust, Thou, God of love, hast made them all. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE ANGEL IN THE HOUSE: BOOK 1. CANTO 2. PRELUDE: LOVE AT LARGE by COVENTRY KERSEY DIGHTON PATMORE NEW PRINCE, NEW POMP by ROBERT SOUTHWELL THE SHEPHEARDES CALENDER: NOVEMBER by EDMUND SPENSER THE ORANGE-PEEL IN THE GUTTER by MATHILDE BLIND |