BEFORE the beginning Thou hast foreknown the end, Before the birthday the death-bed was seen of Thee: Cleanse what I cannot cleanse, mend what I cannot mend, O Lord All-Merciful, be merciful to me. While the end is drawing near I know not mine end; Birth I recall not, my death I cannot foresee: O God, arise to defend, arise to befriend, O Lord All-Merciful, be merciful to me. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DOWNFALL OF POLAND [FALL OF WARSAW, 1794] by THOMAS CAMPBELL ODE ON THE POETICAL CHARACTER by WILLIAM COLLINS (1721-1759) AT THE WEDDING MARCH by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS THE GILLYFLOWER OF GOLD by WILLIAM MORRIS (1834-1896) THORWALDSEN by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH |