IN controversial foul impureness The peace that is thy light to thee Quench not: in faith and inner sureness Possess thy soul and let it be. No violence -- perverse, persistent -- What cannot be can bring to be; No zeal what is make more existent, And strife but blinds the eyes that see. What though in blood their souls embruing, The great, the good, and wise they curse, Still sinning, what they know not doing; Stand still, forbear, nor make it worse. By curses, by denunciation, The coming fate they cannot stay; Nor thou, by fiery indignation, Though just, accelerate the day. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE RIVULET by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT SONNET: ON A FAMILY PICTURE by THOMAS EDWARDS SAINT BRIDE'S LULLABY by WILLIAM SHARP MY MOTHER'S GARDEN by ALICE E. ALLEN THE REQUEST. TO LOVE by PHILIP AYRES DEDICATION TO POEMS, LYRICS AND SONNETS by LOUISA SARAH BEVINGTON |