Lord, for the erring thought Not unto evil wrought: Lord, for the wicked will Betrayed and baffled still: For the heart from itself kept, Our thanksgiving accept. For ignorant hopes that were Broken to our blind prayer: For pain, death, sorrow sent Unto our chastisement: For all loss of seeming good, Quicken our gratitude. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE HARD TIMES IN ELFLAND; A STORY OF CHRISTMAS EVE by SIDNEY LANIER THE STORM by KATHERINE MANSFIELD THE MULBERRY GARDEN: CHILD AND MAIDEN by CHARLES SEDLEY THE BROOK: SUMMER by LAURA ABELL |