My God, thou that didst die for me, These thy death's fruits I offer thee. Death that to me was life and light But dark and deep pangs to thy sight. Some drops of thy all-quick'ning blood Fell on my heart, these made it bud And put forth thus, though, Lord, before The ground was cursed, and void of store. Indeed, I had some here to hire Which long resisted thy desire, That stoned thy servants, and did move To have thee murthered for thy Love, But, Lord, I have expelled them, and so bent Beg thou wouldst take thy tenant's rent. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ALEXANDER'S FEAST; OR, THE POWER OF MUSIC by JOHN DRYDEN THE YARN OF THE 'NANCY BELL' by WILLIAM SCHWENCK GILBERT SHERIDAN AT CEDAR CREEK by HERMAN MELVILLE THE BUTTERFLY by MARGARET AVISON THE REGULAR STORY by BERTON BRALEY CATHERINE KINRADE by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN |