If faithfull soules be alike glorifi'd As Angels, then my fathers soule doth see, And adds this even to full felicitie, That valiantly I hels wide mouth o'rstride: But if our mindes to these soules be descry'd By circumstances, and by signes that be Apparent in us, not immediately, How shall my mindes white truth by them be try'd? They see idolatrous lovers weepe and mourne, And vile blasphemous Conjurers to call On Jesus name, and Pharisaicall Dissemblers feigne devotion. Then turne O pensive soule, to God, for he knowes best Thy true griefe, for he put it in my breast. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SHEPHERD, FR. SONGS OF INNOCENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE THE BLACK RIDERS: 1 by STEPHEN CRANE THE PHILOSOPHER TOAD by REBECCA S. REED NICHOLS TO DEATH OF HIS LADY by FRANCOIS VILLON EHEU, FUGACES! by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS THE CASE OF ALBERT IRVING WILLIAMSON by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS |