WE are not children of a guilty sire, Since Noe stepp'd from out his wave-toss'd home, And a stern baptism flush'd earth's faded bloom. Not that the heavens then clear'd, or cherub's fire From Eden's portal did at once retire; But thoughts were stirr'd of Him who was to come, Whose rainbow hues so streak'd the o'ershadowing gloom, That faith could e'en that desolate scene admire. The Lord has come and gone; and now we wait The second substance of the deluge type, When our slight ark shall cross a molten surge; So, while the gross earth melts, for judgment ripe, Ne'er with its haughty turrets to emerge, We shall mount up to Eden's long-lost gate. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONNET by DAVID HARTLEY COLERIDGE JOHN PELHAM by JAMES RYDER RANDALL TIPPERARY: 4. BY OUR OWN A. E. HOUSMAN by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS PROLOGUE TO THE PLAY OF HENRY THE EIGHTH by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD |