MY former hopes are fled, My terror now begins; I feel, alas! that I am dead In trespasses and sins. Ah, whither shall I fly? I hear the thunder roar; The law proclaims destruction nigh, And vengeance at the door. When I review my ways, I dread impending doom: But sure a friendly whisper says, "Flee from the wrath to come." I see, or think I see, A glimmering from afar; A beam of day, that shines for me, To save me from despair. Forerunner of the sun, It marks the pilgrim's way; I'll gaze upon it while I run, And watch the rising day. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AFTER THE QUARREL by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR BREST LEFT BEHIND by JOHN CHIPMAN FARRAR IT COULDN'T BE DONE by EDGAR ALBERT GUEST THE MOTHER IN THE HOUSE by HERMANN HAGEDORN THE SPIRIT OF POETRY by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW SHUT OUT by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI THE CHARGE OF THE HEAVY BRIGADE AT BALACLAVA: THE CHARGE by ALFRED TENNYSON |