46. Jeremiah
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"O that I had in the wilderness a
lodging-place of wayfaring
men; that I might leave my people, and go from them!" |
"WOE'S me!" the peaceful prophet cried, |
| "Spare me this troubled life; |
| To stem man's wrath, to school his pride, |
| To head the sacred strife! |
"O place me in some silent vale, |
| Where groves and flowers abound; |
| Nor eyes that grudge, nor tongues that rail, |
| Vex the truth-haunted ground!" |
If his meek spirit err'd, opprest |
| That God denied repose, |
| What sin is ours, to whom Heaven's rest |
| Is pledged, to heal earth's woes? |
Off Galita.
December 22, 1832. |