Poems by Henry Septimus Sutton | ||
O Lord! if I, self-confident,
Should claim as mine what Thou hast lent,
Or ever, penetrate with pride,
Should be disposed to swerve aside
To sign my own certificate
As being good, or wise, or great,
Command this braggart Moon to rise
That moment in my spirit's skies,
And light me up, a thing forlorn,
Meet object for her withering scorn.
Should claim as mine what Thou hast lent,
Or ever, penetrate with pride,
Should be disposed to swerve aside
To sign my own certificate
As being good, or wise, or great,
Command this braggart Moon to rise
That moment in my spirit's skies,
And light me up, a thing forlorn,
Meet object for her withering scorn.
Poems by Henry Septimus Sutton | ||