So humble things Thou hast borne for us, O God, Left'st Thou a path of lowliness untrod? Yes, one, till now; another Olive-Garden. For we endure the tender pain of pardon, - One with another we forbear. Give heed, Look at the mournful world Thou hast decreed. The time has come. At last we hapless men Know all our haplessness all through. Come, then, Endure undreamed humility: Lord of Heaven, Come to our ignorant hearts and be forgiven. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE HIGHWAY DEATH TOLL by KAREN SWENSON THE FAIREST THING IN MORTAL EYES by CHARLES D'ORLEANS A RUNNABLE STAG by JOHN DAVIDSON FATHER, THY WILL BE DONE by SARAH FLOWER ADAMS TRIOLET: THOSE VIOLETS BLUE by H. W. BANKS |