A Litany
1580-1650
DROP, drop, slow tears,
And bathe those beauteous feet
Which brought from Heaven
The news and Prince of Peace:
Cease not, wet eyes,
His mercy 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.
DayPoems Poem No. 222
<a href="http://www.daypoems.net/poems/222.html">A Litany by Phineas Fletcher</a>
The DayPoems Poetry Collection, www.daypoems.net
Timothy Bovee, editor
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