Father! if we may well endure The ill that with our lives begins, May'st Thou, to whom all things are pure. Endure our follies and our sins! Brothers! if we return you good For evil thought or malice done, Doubt not, that in our hearts a blood As hot as in your own may run | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE TAY BRIDGE DISEASTER by WILLIAM MCGONAGALL SONNET: 16. TO THE LORD GENERAL CROMWELL, MAY 1652 by JOHN MILTON DISARMAMENT by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER JOHN MAYNARD by HORATIO ALGER JR. LAURENCE BLOOMFIELD IN IRELAND: 7. MIDSUMMER by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM |