THE Angel with the Book That holds each word and deed, On my page let me look; And as I blushed to read, -- "Three things," the Angel said, "I may blot out for thee." I bowed in thought my head -- Now which ones should they be? "Blot this!" -- "No, that!" came quick, As still new conscience woke; Till all the leaf was thick With blackening blur and stroke. "'T were better as I live," I cried in my despair, "To blot the whole, and give A new page otherwhere!" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IF HE SHOULD COME by EDWIN MARKHAM PICTURES OF MEMORY by ALICE CARY OLNEY HYMNS: 49. JOY AND PEACE IN BELIEVING by WILLIAM COWPER THE ORIGIN OF DIDACTIC POETRY by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL MESSIAH; A SACRED ECLOGUE IN IMITATION OF VIRGIL'S POLLIO by ALEXANDER POPE SUMTER [APRIL 12, 1861] by EDMUND CLARENCE STEDMAN LAUS DEO! by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER TO CHLOE; AN APOLOGY FOR GOING INTO THE COUNTRY by JOHN WOLCOTT |