Agnes the Indian Captive. A Poem, in Four Cantos. With Other Poems. By the Rev. John Mitford |
 |
|
| I. |
| II. |
| III. |
| IV. |
|
|
| I. |
| II. |
| III. |
| IV. |
| V. |
| VII. | VII.
|
| VIII. |
| IX. |
| X. |
 | Agnes |  |
195
VII.
[Oh! beauteous Angel! who, if poet's song]
Oh! beauteous Angel! who, if poet's songRightly report, didst make mankind thy care,
And wont in Adam's friendly bower to share
Mild converse with him; Angel! be not long,
If yet thou lovest us (though misrule, and wrong
Of heavenly good, well nigh have left us bare),
Down to these earthly mansions to repair,
With stern rebuke, and admonition strong.
Yet wherefore should'st thou come? have we not had
Voices of deeper tone, and mightier power?
Yea, God himself hath spoken. Oh! bold and bad,
Who from that sound have turned, nor knew each shower,
Earthquake, and storm, and pestilence were made
God's voice of old, to slay, destroy, devour.
| Agnes | |