When Job delivered to the Lord, Burnt offerings to keep accord Between his God and seven sons, Perchance he went as one who runs, Yet thinks he has already won Before the race is even begun. Was pride an element of sin That Job forgot might enter in, As he proclaimed great righteousness, And raised his voice to judge and bless, While rich and poor alike would pause, To give him homage and applause? Did vanity of power and wealth Destroy Job's peace and smite his health? Perhaps the Lord did think it meet To punish Job for his conceit. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON THE EMIGRATION TO AMERICA AND PEOPLING WESTERN COUNTRY by PHILIP FRENEAU THE FAMINE YEAR by JANE FRANCESCA WILDE THE MOTHER'S LAMENT by ST. CLAIR ADAMS ANACREON by ANTIPATER OF SIDON IMITATIONS OF SHAKESPEARE: A STORM by JOHN ARMSTRONG PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 39. AL-HAFIZ by EDWIN ARNOLD THE BABES IN THE WOOD; OR, THE NORFOLK TRAGEDY by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM |