GOD, God, how oft in what assault of prayer Must man subdue the soul and bend the knee, How often in the infinite of air Must hurl the litanies that cry for thee, And look to heaven, and tell himself that there No voice hath been and yet a voice shall be:— O say how often, till the last despair Seize him and madden, as it maddens me? But who contends with God? it is in vain: How should a sinner of the Just complain? From the Almighty shall a man be free? Nay, till I die must I beseech again, Yea, till I die the pulses of my pain Beat with the flow and falling of the sea. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A LITTLE WHILE by HORATIO (HORATIUS) BONAR THE PATRIOT; AN OLD STORY by ROBERT BROWNING THE FUTURE LIFE by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT HOHENLINDEN by THOMAS CAMPBELL THE WHITE HOUSE by CLAUDE MCKAY THE MOURNER A LA MODE by JOHN GODFREY SAXE ANCESTRESS by MARGUERITE JANVRIN ADAMS HINC LACHRIMAE; OR THE AUTHOR TO AURORA: 30 by WILLIAM BOSWORTH |