O, do not go! thou know'st, I'll die! My @3Spring@1 and @3Fall@1 are in thy book! Or, if thou goest, do not deny To lend me, though from far, one look! My sins long since have made thee strange, A very stranger unto me; No morning-meetings since this change, Nor evening-walks have I with thee. Why is my God thus slow and cold, When I am most, most sick and sad? Well fare those blessed days of old When thou didst hear the @3weeping lad@1! O do not thou do as I did, Do not despise a love-sick heart! What though some clouds defiance bid Thy Sun must shine in every part. Though I have spoiled, O spoil not thou! Hate not thine own dear gift and token! Poor birds sing best, and prettiest show, When their nest is fall'n and broken. Dear Lord! restore thy ancient peace, Thy quick'ning friendship, man's bright wealth! And if thou wilt not give me ease From sickness, give my spirit health! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HYMN: FIRST SUNDAY AFTER EPIPHANY: 2 by REGINALD HEBER A HYMN TO CONTENTMENT by THOMAS PARNELL ODES III, 29 by QUINTUS HORATIUS FLACCUS THE PHOENIX AND THE TURTLE by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE A SLUMBER SONG by A. HOLCOMBE AIKEN PHILIP, KING OF MACEDON by ALCAEUS OF MESSENE |