As he that sees a dark and shadie grove, Stayes not, but looks beyond it on the skie; So when I view my sinnes, mine eyes remove More backward still, and to that water flie, Which is above the heav'ns, whose spring and rent Is in my dear Redeemers pierced side. O blessed streams! either ye do prevent And stop our sinnes from growing thick and wide, Or else give tears to drown them, as they grow. In you redemption measures all my time, And spreads the plaister equall to the crime: You taught the book of life my name, that so, Whatever future sinnes should me miscall, Your first acquaintance might discredit all. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CHAMBER MUSIC: 8 by JAMES JOYCE ASHURNATSIRPAL III by CARL SANDBURG TO W.P.: 1 by GEORGE SANTAYANA ADONAIS; AN ELEGY ON THE DEATH OF JOHN KEATS by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY THE BROOK: SPRING by LAURA ABELL HAYING TIME IN VERMONT by DANIEL LEAVENS CADY TO THE MOST ILLUSTRIOUS AND MIGHTY FREDERICK THE FIFTH, OF THE RHINE by THOMAS CAMPION |