Drop, drop, slow tears
Drop, drop, slow tears, and bathe those beauteous feet,
Which brought from heav'n the news and Prince of Peace.
Cease not, wet eyes, His mercies to entreat,
To cry for vengeance sin doth never cease.
In your deep floods drown all my faults and fears,
Nor let his eye see sin, but through my tears.
-- Phineas Fletcher (1584-1660)
(a little serendipity: this poem came to my mind for some reason; can't remember what prompted the recollection. Thinking to post it, I looked it up because I'd forgotten the author. This was just after I'd finished reading John Knowles' A Separate Peace, in which one of the protagonists is named...Phineas.)
Which brought from heav'n the news and Prince of Peace.
Cease not, wet eyes, His mercies to entreat,
To cry for vengeance sin doth never cease.
In your deep floods drown all my faults and fears,
Nor let his eye see sin, but through my tears.
-- Phineas Fletcher (1584-1660)
(a little serendipity: this poem came to my mind for some reason; can't remember what prompted the recollection. Thinking to post it, I looked it up because I'd forgotten the author. This was just after I'd finished reading John Knowles' A Separate Peace, in which one of the protagonists is named...Phineas.)
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