Come to me God; but do not come To me, as to the gen'rall Doome, In power; or come Thou in that state, When Thou Thy Lawes didst promulgate, When as the Mountains quak'd for dread, And sullen clouds bound up his head. No, lay thy stately terrours by, To talke with me familiarly; For if Thy thunder-claps I heare, I shall lesse swoone, then die for feare. Speake thou of love and I'le reply By way of Epithalamie, Or sing of mercy, and I'le suit To it my Violl and my Lute: Thus let Thy lips but love distill, Then come my God, and hap what will. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IN THIS AGE OF HARD TRYING, NONCHALANCE IS GOOD AND by MARIANNE MOORE TO AMERICA, ON HER FIRST SONS FALLEN IN THE GREAT WAR by E. M. WALKER THE BRIDES' TRAGEDY: ACT 2, SCENE 1 by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES PSALM 58 (VERSION 1) by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE I HAVE SEEN THE STARS AGAIN by PAUL SOUTHWORTH BLISS HINC LACHRIMAE; OR THE AUTHOR TO AURORA: 10 by WILLIAM BOSWORTH |