AT THY KNEES: A POEM
Vain and blasphemous, have I been
From virtue and conscience, I constantly wean
Indulgence is pleasurable
It revives my spirit, depressible
My days have been light and buttery
I’ve cruised through, unscrupulous, fluttery
Yet Lord! The dark hour is again at hand
And I call on you to undo the plight of my sinful errand
My grace! My liege! Show mercy!
Let not indifference or repulsion befall me
For I have none but thee
To purge my vision and make me see
Do not bestow thy wrath
For my wages have sufficed, me, to scathe
Once again! Destitute, as before!
At thy knees! I implore!
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