Ah, no! thou didst not yield thy trust in God Amid the wrack of war's destructive hour; Nor didst thou, cringing, pray that Sovereign Power Repent and spare the all-avenging rod On land where bondmen bled from lash and prod, And rich besought their chosen deities With pleasing rite and due solemnities, Nor cared that man in hopeless toil must plod. Thou to the Over-God of Justice prayed For mind and heart made pure to see The Way of Justice clear; and thus was stayed Thy burdened heart that cried: "Do not spare me!" As Christ before thee, humbly, undismayed, Thou patient bore thy Cross to Calvary. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...I'M GOING BACK TO SOMETHING by DAVID IGNATOW THE WHITE LIGHTS by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON ADELAIDE CRAPSEY by CARL SANDBURG LETTERS TO DEAD IMAGISTS by CARL SANDBURG TO A DEAD MAN by CARL SANDBURG |