Posted in C-D, Poems of Other Poets, Uncategorized, tagged ashamed of thee, bard on the hill, brittle lady, Deity ashamed, dimity convictions, Emily Dickinson, fisherman's degree, freckled human nature, gentlewomen, plush, poems, poetry, redemption, violate a star, What Soft Cherubic creatures on March 6, 2016| Leave a Comment »
What Soft – Cherubic Creatures –
These Gentlewomen are –
One would as soon assault a Plush –
Or violate a Star –
Such Dimity Convictions –
A horror so refined
Of freckled Human Nature –
Of Deity – ashamed –
It’s such a common – Glory –
A Fisherman’s – Degree –
Redemption – Brittle Lady –
Be so – ashamed of Thee –
Posted in E-H, ReligiousInspirational, tagged bard on the hill, Christianity, cross, crucifixion of Christ, died, George Herbert, having been tenant long, Jesus Christ, poems, poetry, purchased ransom, redemption, religion, religious, sonnet, your suit is granted on December 1, 2014| Leave a Comment »
…………………..Redemption
Having been tenant long to a rich lord,
Not thriving, I resolved to be bold,
And make a suit unto him, to afford
A new small-rented lease, and cancel th’ old.
In heaven at his manor I him sought:
They told me there that he was lately gone
About some land which he had dearly bought
Long since on earth, to take possession.
I straight returned, and knowing his great birth,
Sought him accordingly in great resorts –
In cities, theaters, gardens, parks, and courts:
At length I heard a ragged noise and mirth
Of thieves and murders; there I him espied,
Who straight, “Your suit is granted,” said, and died.
Posted in Poems of Other Poets, W-Z, tagged bard on the hill, black, Cain, Christians, God, Negroes, On Being Brought From Africa To America, our sable race, pagan land, Phillis Wheatley, poems, poetry, redemption, Saviour on November 10, 2013| Leave a Comment »
On Being Brought From Africa To America
‘Twas mercy brought me from my Pagan land,
Taught my benighted soul to understand
That there’s a God, that there’s a Savior too:
Once I redemption neither sought nor knew.
Some view our sable race with scornful eye,
“Their colour is a diabolic die.”
Remember, Christians, Negroes, black as Cain,
May be refin’d, and join th’ angelic train.
The Bard on the Hill