THOU art but One! O God to Whom we bow In adoration; E'en as in Egypt, Thou wilt hear us now— Thy Chosen Nation. Much have we sinned; far from Thy face have fled, By passion driven. Deep our repentance; Thou myself hast said We are forgiven. Empires of old upon us heaped their chains, Burthens and lashes; Thy thunders rolled—and of their might remains Stubble and ashes! Still those we taught to hold Thy Name in awe Smite and berate us; We are the leash that binds them to Thy Law— Wherefore they hate us! Vengeance is Thine! yet Thine is mercy, too. "Shield us, but grieve them Not!" be our prayer: "They know not what they do. Father! forgive them!" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SHE HEARS THE STORM by THOMAS HARDY THE UNDISCOVERED COUNTRY by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH SALOME by GUILLAUME APOLLINAIRE THE DEATH OF THE POOR by CHARLES BAUDELAIRE ELEGY ON A LADY, WHOM GRIEF FOR THE DEATH OF HER BETHROTHED KILLED by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES |