"@3Your sins ... shall be white as snow@1." INTO the rescued world newcomer, The newly-dead stepped up, and cried, "O what is that, sweeter than summer Was to my heart before I died? Sir (to an angel), what is yonder More bright than the remembered skies, A lovelier sight, a softer splendour Than when the moon was wont to rise? Surely no sinner wears such seeming Even the Rescued World within?" "O the success of His redeeming! O child, it is a rescued sin!" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BEYOND THE POTOMAC by PAUL HAMILTON HAYNE THE LIGHT OF OTHER DAYS by THOMAS MOORE DICING by AGATHIAS SCHOLASTICUS TENNYSON by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH CAELIA: SONNETS: 8 by WILLIAM BROWNE (1591-1643) |