When I had read your holy @3Meditations@1, And in them viewed the uncertainty of life, The motives, and true spurs to all good nations, The peace of conscience, and the godly's strife, The danger of delaying to repent, And the deceit of pleasures, by consent, The comfort of weak Christians, with their warning, From fearful backslides; and the debt we are in, To follow goodness, by our own discerning Our great reward, the eternal crown to win, I said, who had supped so deep of this sweet chalice, Must Celia be, the anagram of Alice. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SOUVENIR by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON LANCELOT by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON LILAC: FIRST EMOTIONS OF LOVE by ROBERT BURNS LOW TIDE ON GRAND-PRE by BLISS CARMAN THE FEMALE CONVICT by LETITIA ELIZABETH LANDON THE NEW COLOSSUS by EMMA LAZARUS LONDON, 1802 (1) by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH ON THE PROJECTED KENDAL AND WINDERMERE RAILWAY by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH |