I marched three miles through scorching sand, With zeal in heart, and notes in hand; I rode four more to great St Mary; Using four legs when two were weary. To three fair virgins I did tie men In the close band of pleasing hymen. I dipped two babes in holy water, And purified the mothers after. Within an hour, and eke a half, I preached three congregations deaf, Which, thundering out with lungs long-winded, I chopped so fast, that few there minded. My emblem, the laborious sun, Saw all these mighty labours done, Before one race of his was run; All this performed by Robert Hewit What mortal else could e'er go through it! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BOYHOOD FRIENDS by EDGAR LEE MASTERS SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: REV. LEMUEL WILEY by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE NEGRO DANCERS by CLAUDE MCKAY HOMAGE TO SEXTUS PROPERTIUS: 9 by EZRA POUND ELEGY: THE LAMENT OF EDWARD BLASTOCK; FOR RICHARD ROWLEY by EDITH SITWELL |