Father of Heaven, and him, by whom It, and us for it, and all else, for us Thou madest, and govern'st ever, come And re-create mee, now growne ruinous: My heart is by dejection, clay, And by selfe-murder, red. From this red earth, O Father, purge away All vicious tinctures, that new fashioned I may rise up from death, before I'am dead. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE CLOUDS: THE CLOUD CHORUS by ARISTOPHANES ODES: BOOK 2: ODE 14. THE COMPLAINT by MARK AKENSIDE ON THE DEATH OF CYNTHIA'S HORSE by PHILIP AYRES POVERTY PARTS GUDE COMPANIE by JOANNA BAILLIE POLYHYMNIA: VERSES TO LORD NORREYS, SELECTION by WILLIAM BASSE THE WORKING MAN'S SONG by JOHN STUART BLACKIE |