Scarco d' un' importuna.
Freed from a burden sore and grievous band,
Dear Lord, and from this wearying world untied,
Like a frail bark I turn me to Thy side,
As from a fierce storm to a tranquil land.
Thy thorns, Thy nails, and either bleeding hand,
With Thy mild gentle piteous face, provide
Promise of help and mercies multiplied,
And hope that yet my soul secure may stand.
Let not Thy holy eyes be just to see
My evil past, Thy chastened ears to hear
And stretch the arm of judgment to my crime:
Let Thy blood only lave and succour me,
Yielding more perfect pardon, better cheer,
As older still I grow with lengthening time.
At The Foot Of The Cross
Michelangelo Di Lodovico Buonarroti Simoni
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Poem topics: evil, hope, perfect, time, world, dear, soul, gentle, hear, face, storm, holy, stand, promise, secure, fierce, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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