Little things, that run, and quail, And die, in silence and despair! Little things, that fight, and fail, And fall, on sea, and earth, and air! All trapped and frightened little things, The mouse, the coney, hear our prayer! As we forgive those done to us, -- The lamb, the linnet, and the hare -- Forgive us all our trespasses, Little creatures, everywhere! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ESSAY: AT NIGHT THE AUTOPORTRAIT AT NIGHT by ELENI SIKELIANOS SONNETS FROM THE PORTUGUESE: 1 by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING CHANSON INNOCENTE: 2 by EDWARD ESTLIN CUMMINGS AN ELEGIE, OR FRIENDS PASSION, FOR HIS ASTROPHILL by MATTHEW ROYDEN WEST END FAIR by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD MARCH MADNESS ON EDGEWATER HILL by BEULAH ALLYNE BELL NORTHERN LIGHTS by EINAR BENEDIKTSSON |