You say 'tis still God's Book, still true and wise - Tho' you have shorn it of its noblest parts, Disparaged all its great biographies, And left no nourishment for pining hearts; But that's a foodless river, where the fish Are stolen from the waters, every fin, Whence thieves have harried all that God put in, And spared us scarce enough to freight a dish; So have you stolen away our food for faith - With Moses disallow'd, and Paul review'd, And Christ Himself by rival pens pursued, That race each other thro' His life and death - It irks my soul to see how bland you look, Giving your foolish blessing to the Book! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON A GIFT OF FLOWERS by GUILLAUME VICTOR EMILE AUGIER THE PHILOSOPHIC FLIGHT by GIORDANO BRUNO THE MAIDEN'S SORROW by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT THE WANDERER: 5. IN HOLLAND: MISANTHROPOS by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON |