The Works of William Cowper Comprising his poems, correspondence, and translations. With a life of the author, by the editor, Robert Southey |
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DIVINE JUSTICE AMIABLE.
Thou hast no lightnings, O thou just!
Or I their force should know;
And if thou strike me into dust,
My soul approves the blow.
Or I their force should know;
And if thou strike me into dust,
My soul approves the blow.
The heart that values less its ease
Than it adores thy ways,
In thine avenging anger sees
A subject of its praise.
Than it adores thy ways,
In thine avenging anger sees
A subject of its praise.
Pleased I could lie, conceal'd and lost,
In shades of central night;
Not to avoid thy wrath, thou know'st,
But lest I grieve thy sight.
In shades of central night;
Not to avoid thy wrath, thou know'st,
But lest I grieve thy sight.
Smite me, O Thou, whom I provoke!
And I will love thee still;
The well-deserved and righteous stroke
Shall please me, though it kill.
And I will love thee still;
The well-deserved and righteous stroke
Shall please me, though it kill.
Am I not worthy to sustain
The worst thou canst devise?
And dare I seek thy throne again,
And meet thy sacred eyes?
The worst thou canst devise?
And dare I seek thy throne again,
And meet thy sacred eyes?
Far from afflicting, Thou art kind;
And in my saddest hours,
An unction of thy grace I find,
Pervading all my powers.
And in my saddest hours,
An unction of thy grace I find,
Pervading all my powers.
Alas! Thou sparest me yet again;
And when thy wrath should move,
Too gentle to endure my pain,
Thou sooth'st me with thy love.
And when thy wrath should move,
Too gentle to endure my pain,
Thou sooth'st me with thy love.
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I have no punishment to fear;
But, ah! that smile from Thee
Imparts a pang far more severe
Than woe itself would be.
But, ah! that smile from Thee
Imparts a pang far more severe
Than woe itself would be.
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