ECCLESIASTICAL SONNETS
XLVI. AFFLICTIONS OF ENGLAND
ECCLESIASTICAL SONNETS
HARP! could’st thou venture, on thy boldest string, The faintest note to echo which the blast Caught from the hand of Moses as it passed O’er Sinai’s top, or from the Shepherd-king, Early awake, by Siloa’s brook, to sing Of dread Jehovah; then, should wood and waste Hear also of that name, and mercy cast Off to the mountains, like a covering Of which the Lord was weary. Weep, oh! weep, Weep with the good, beholding King and Priest 10 Despised by that stern God to whom they raise Their suppliant hands; but holy is the feast He keepeth; like the firmament his ways: His statutes like the chambers of the deep.