I said his child for long had loved him so, So pitied his desolation, his gray decline. Though I too tried at pity, I opine, For her sweet sake, yet forth from this, new woe, Forth from her pitying love, began to grow: She would be faithful to her father's line, And faithful yet to me who called her mine, Whilst father and husband on her overthrow Each worked, by rendering her twofold task Tenfold impossible. Distracted, torn, Beside her bed the loving God she'd ask Each winter evening, and again each morn (The merciful God upon the great white throne): "Help me to do my duty to my own." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE EPITAPH IN FORM OF A BALLAD by FRANCOIS VILLON SONNETS FROM SERIES RELATING TO EDGAR ALLEN POE: 1 by SARAH HELEN POWER WHITMAN PORTRAIT OF A LADY by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS EPIGRAM by DECIMUS MAGNUS AUSONIUS JOB 3:3-26. JOB CURSETH THE DAY, AND SERVICES OF HIS BIRTH by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE |