The hand that might have drawn aside The veil, which from unloving sight Those shrinking forms avails to hide, With tender care has wrapped it tight. He would not have the sullied name Once fondly spoken in a home, A mark for strangers' righteous blame, Branded through every age to come. And thus we only speak of them As those on whom His mercies meet, -- 'She whom the Lord would not condemn,' And 'She who bathed with tears His feet.' Trusted to no evangelist, First heard where sins no more defile, Read from the Book of Life by Christ, And consecrated by His smile. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ROBERT BROWNING by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR AN ORCHARD AT AVIGNON by AGNES MARY F. ROBINSON THE VIOLIN'S ENCHANTRESS by WILLIAM ROSE BENET ON THE BEACH AT EVENING by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE THEIR EASTER AND OURS by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE THE WISHING MOON by ABBIE FARWELL BROWN BLIGHTED LOVE by LUIS DE CAMOENS TO THE READER OF MASTER WILLIAM D'AVENANT'S PLAY, 'THE WITS' by THOMAS CAREW |