WHEN, looking on the present face of things, I see one Man, of men the meanest too! Raised up to sway the world, to do, undo, With mighty Nations for his underlings, The great events with which old story rings Seem vain and hollow; I find nothing great: Nothing is left which I can venerate; So that a doubt almost within me springs Of Providence, such emptiness at length Seems at the heart of all things. But, great God! I measure back the steps which I have trod: And tremble, seeing whence proceeds the strength Of such poor Instruments, with thoughts sublime I tremble at the sorrow of the time. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ODE FOR MEMORIAL DAY by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR THE LOST SHEEP by SARAH PRATT MCCLAIN GREENE ECHOES: 35. MARGARITAE SORORI by WILLIAM ERNEST HENLEY HIS SAVIOURS WORDS, GOING TO THE CROSSE by ROBERT HERRICK THE VISION (1) by ROBERT HERRICK ADDRESS TO THE OCEAN by BRYAN WALLER PROCTER EPISTLES ON THE CHARACTER AND CONDITION OF WOMEN: 3 by LUCY AIKEN |