WHERE shall my troubled soul at large Discharge The burden of her sins, oh where? @3Echo.@1 Here. Whence comes this voice I hear? Who doth this grace afford? If it be thou, O Lord, Say if thou hear my prayers when I call. @3Echo.@1 All. And wilt thou pity grant when I do cry? @3Echo.@1 Ay Then though I fall, Thy grace will my defects supply, But who will keep my soul from ill, Quench bad desires, reform my will? @3Echo.@1 I will. Oh may that will and voice be blest, Which yields such comforts unto one distress'd, More blessed yet, wouldst thou thyself unmask, Or tell, at least, who undertakes this task. @3Echo.@1 Ask. Then quickly speak, Since now with crying I am grown so weak I shall want force even to crave thy name; O speak before I wholly weary am. @3Echo.@1 I am. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LIGHT [AND LOVE] by FRANCIS WILLIAM BOURDILLON CAVALIER TUNES: BOOT AND SADDLE by ROBERT BROWNING ASOLANDO: PROLOGUE by ROBERT BROWNING DON JUAN: CANTO 12 by GEORGE GORDON BYRON THE 'TRUE VERMONTER' by DANIEL LEAVENS CADY THE SOUND OF ASPENS by PEARLE R. CASEY |