LORD, Thou hast crushed Thy tender ones, o'erthrown Thy strong, Thy fair; Thy man thou hast unmanned, Thy elaborate works unwrought, Thy deeds undone, Thy lovely sentiment human plan unplanned; Destroyer, we have cowered beneath Thine own Immediate, unintelligible hand. Lord, thou hast hastened to retrieve, to heal, To feed, to bind, to clothe, to quench the brand, To prop the ruin, to bless, and to anneal; Hast sped Thy ships by sea, Thy trains by land, Shed pity and tears: -- our shattered fingers feel Thy mediate and intelligible hand. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A VALEDICTION: FORBIDDING MOURNING by JOHN DONNE GRASS FINGERS by ANGELINA WELD GRIMKE ULTIMA THULE: THE TIDE RISES by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW BEYOND GOOD AND EVIL by GEORGE EDWARD WOODBERRY BURNING STRAWPILES by EVA K. ANGLESBURG ON LINCOLN'S BIRTHDAY by JOHN KENDRICK BANGS THE CLOISTER OF THE FALLING SNOW by SYLVIA HORTENSE BLISS SONGS OF THE SEA CHILDREN: 65 by BLISS CARMAN TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 4. A DREAM OF HUMAN LIFE by EDWARD CARPENTER |