The Collected Poems of Lord De Tabley | ||
THE PRODIGAL
The scathe of sin is on my brow like lead.
The draff of swine is on my lips for bread.
Father, I know thy glory is not dead.
I will arise.
The draff of swine is on my lips for bread.
Father, I know thy glory is not dead.
I will arise.
The servants in thy house are cloth'd and fed
Full and to spare. I perish here for bread.
My sin hath cloth'd thy presence with such dread,
I may not rise.
Full and to spare. I perish here for bread.
My sin hath cloth'd thy presence with such dread,
I may not rise.
Mine, mine the guilt, all trespass deep and red:
Thine, thine the mercy on this fallen head.
Naked I come, yet thou shalt give me bread.
I will arise.
Thine, thine the mercy on this fallen head.
Naked I come, yet thou shalt give me bread.
I will arise.
The Collected Poems of Lord De Tabley | ||