AH Lord, we all have pierced Thee: wilt Thou be Wroth with us all to slay us all? Nay, Lord, be this thing far from Thee and me: By whom should we arise, for we are small, By whom if not by Thee? Lord, if of us who pierced Thee Thou spare one, Spare yet one more to love Thy Face, And yet another of poor souls undone, Another, and another -- God of grace, Let mercy overrun. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DEXTER GORDON: COPENHAGEN/AVERY FISHER HALL by KAREN SWENSON THE LISBON PACKET by GEORGE GORDON BYRON A BROOK IN THE CITY by ROBERT FROST THE CHILDREN'S HOUR by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW BEAUTIFUL MEALS by THOMAS STURGE MOORE SIDNEY GODOLPHIN by CLINTON SCOLLARD TO CHLOE by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS |