Seven vials hold Thy wrath: but what can hold Thy mercy save Thine own Infinitude, Boundlessly overflowing with all good. All lovingkindness, all delights untold? Thy Love, of each created love the mould; Thyself, of all the empty plenitude; Heard of at Ephrata, found in the Wood, For ever One, the Same, and Manifold. Lord, give us grace to tremble with that dove Which Ark - bound winged its solitary way And overpast the Deluge in a day. Whom Noah's hand pulled in and comforted: For we who much more hang upon Thy Love Behold its shadow in the deed he did. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THERE IS NO NATURAL RELIGION (A) by WILLIAM BLAKE ELEGY IN A COUNTRY CHURCHYARD by GILBERT KEITH CHESTERTON THE DRUM: THE NARRATIVE OF THE DEMON OF TEDWORTH by EDITH SITWELL TO R.K. by JAMES KENNETH STEPHEN A DREAM OF DEATH by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS A PETITION by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH THE RACING CARS by WILLIAM ROSE BENET |