WHAT but the love of God could have softened And made forgiving the people of Spoon River Toward me who wronged the bed of Thomas Merritt And murdered him beside? Oh, loving hearts that took me in again When I returned from fourteen years in prison! Oh, helping hands that in the church received me, And heard with tears my penitent confession, Who took the sacrament of bread and wine! Repent, ye living ones, and rest with Jesus. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TRANSLUCENT FINGERS by MALCOLM COWLEY ON THE INFLATION OF THE CURRENCY, 1919 by ROBERT FROST A PORTRAIT OF MY ROOF by JAMES GALVIN O SOUTHLAND! by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON A LITTLE GIRL'S PRAYER by KATHERINE MANSFIELD |