O City that He loved, Jerusalem, Preparing thus thy feast to celebrate, Who saw His tears, His grief compassionate, Dost thou reject thy King, and Him condemn, Yet chant for prophets dead a requiem? They but invoke God's wrath inviolate To work its ends till all be desolate, Their time of visitation who contemn. O God, in this our day deep rent with strife, Smite through, amidst this wanton greed and lust, Our levity of mind. Set hearts aglow With faith! Let us not lose the Way of Life In wilfull blindness and our pagan trust,— Our time of visitation may we know! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SACRAL DREAMS OF RAMON FERNANDEZ by JAMES GALVIN TO -, WITH A ROSE by SIDNEY LANIER THE LITTLE BOY FOUND, FR. SONGS OF INNOCENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE |