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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE SEVEN WORDS, by GEORGE WILLARD BONTE First Line: Come - come, get up, we must be off Last Line: "may god have mercy on my soul." Subject(s): Forgiveness; God; Soul; Clemency | |||
"Comecome, get up, we must be off; The Master waitsdo not delay." I turn upon my bed of pain The gray dawn of another day, And there in monkish robe and cowl, A long scythe in his bony hands Which rattle as he smoothes the blade, A stranger on the threshold stands. I reach for garments sadly worn, Upon the chair beside my bed; "Nono, not that!" the stranger cries, "The naked truth must do instead. Thy clothes are but a sorry mask E'en flesh and bones are in the way; Butcome, make haste, we must be off; The Master waitsdo not delay." "But why this haste," perplexed, I cry; "May I not send some plea ahead That will outstrip me to the Goal?" "There's but one plea"the stranger said: "A group of seven simple words That thou, and thou alone must say; But come, we tarrylet's be off; The Master waitsdo not delay." "One moment, stranger, pray be kind Enough to pause for one brief space; Where are those words that I alone Must speak to gain the Master's grace?" "They're hidden in the human heart They're coins with which to pay the toll." "At last! I understand thee, friend, May God have mercy on my soul." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FORGIVING MY FATHER by LUCILLE CLIFTON WHAT WE CARRY; FOR DONALD by DORIANNE LAUX THE MAN WITH THE HOE OUTWITTED by EDWIN MARKHAM SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: ELMER BARR by EDGAR LEE MASTERS LEAVING CHURCH EARLY by JOHN UPDIKE A NEW EARTH by WILLIAM ARTHUR DUNKERLEY |
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