38. Absolution
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O FATHER, list a sinner's call! |
Fain would I hide from man my fall— |
But I must speak, or faint— |
I cannot wear guilt's silent thrall: |
Cleanse me, kind Saint! |
"Sinner ne'er blunted yet sin's goad; |
Speed thee, my son, a safer road, |
And sue His pardoning smile |
Who walk'd woe's depths, bearing man's load |
Of guilt the while." |
Yet raise a mitigating hand, |
And minister some potion bland, |
Some present fever-stay! |
Lest one for whom His work was plann'd |
Die from dismay. {84} |
"Look not to me—no grace is mine; |
But I can lift the Mercy-sign. |
This wouldst thou? Let it be! |
Kneel down, and take the word divine, |
ABSOLVO TE." |
Off Cape St. Vincent.
December 14, 1832. |