My God! look on me with Thine eye
Of pity, not of scrutiny;
For if Thou dost, Thou then shalt see
Nothing but loathsome sores in me.
O then, for mercy's sake, behold
These my eruptions manifold,
And heal me with Thy look or touch;
But if Thou wilt not deign so much,
Because I'm odious in Thy sight,
Speak but the word, and cure me quite.
His Ejaculation To God
Robert Herrick
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Poem topics: god, mercy, touch, sake, speak, thine, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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