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Edward Farr, ed.  Select Poetry of the Reign of Queen Elizabeth.  1845.
A Repentant Poem
XCI. Anonymous
THOUGH 1 late, my heart, yet turne at last,
And shape thy course another way;
’Tis better lose thy labour past,
Then follow on to sure decay:
  What though thou long haue straid awry?        5
  In hope of grace for mercy cry.
Though weight of sinne doth presse thee downe,
And keepe thee grou’ling on the ground;
Though blacke dispaire with angry frowne
Thy wit and judgment quite confound;        10
  Though time and wit haue beene mispent,
  Yet grace is left, if thou repent.
Weepe then, my heart, weepe still, and still;
Nay, melt to floods of flowing teares;
Send out such shrikes as heauen may fill,        15
And pierce thine angry Judge’s eares:
  And let thy soule, that harbours sin,
  Bleed streames of bloud to drowne it in.
Then shall thine angry Judge’s face
To cheereful lookes itselfe apply;        20
Then shall thy soule be fild with grace,
And feare of death constraind to fly:
  Euen so, my God! oh, when? how long?
  I would, but sinne is too, too strong.
I striue to rise,—sinne keepes me downe;        25
I fly from sinne,—sinne followes me:
My will doth reach at glorie’s crowne;
Weake is my strength, it will not be:
  See how my fainting soule doth pant!
  O let thy strength supply my want.        30
Note 1. XCI. Anonymous.—Another of the contributors to Davison’s “Poetical Rhapsody.” [back]

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