SHE came in deep repentance, And knelt down at His feet Who can change the sorrow into joy, The bitter into sweet. She had cast away her jewels And her rich attire, And her breast was filled with a holy shame, And her heart with a holy fire. Her tears were more precious Than her precious pearls -- Her tears that fell upon His feet As she wiped them with her curls. Her youth and her beauty Were budding to their prime; But she wept for the great transgression, The sin of other time. Trembling betwixt hope and fear, She sought the King of Heaven, Forsook the evil of her ways, Loved much, and was forgiven. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE MAN TO BE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON TO ABRAHAM LINCOLN by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON STUDY FOR A GEOGRAPHICAL TRAIL; 3. WASHINGTON, D.C. by CLARENCE MAJOR SONNET: TO SLEEP by JOHN KEATS SONNET: 30 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE |