O WOMAN! if by simple wile Thy soul has stray'd from honour's track, 'Tis mercy only can beguile, By gentle ways, the wanderer back. The stain that on thy virtue lies, Wash'd by thy tears, may yet decay; As clouds that sully morning skies May all be wept in showers away. Go, go -- be innocent, and live -- The tongues of men may wound thee sore; But Heaven in pity can forgive, And bids thee "go, and sin no more!" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...STRANGE HURT [SHE KNOWS] by JAMES LANGSTON HUGHES A NYMPH'S PASSION by BEN JONSON THE ENKINDLED SPRING by DAVID HERBERT LAWRENCE THE WHITE CHARGER by ABUS SALT UNKNOWN QUANTITY by LEONARD BACON (1887-1954) TABULA SECUNDA IN NAUFRAGIO by JOSEPH BEAUMONT |