Selected Poems
of
Alexander Pope
1688 - 1744

 

Hymn

Thou art my God, sole object of my love;
Not for the hope of endless joys above;
Not for the fear of endless pains below,
Which they who love thee not must undergo.
For me, and such as me, thou deign'st to bear
An ignominious cross, the nails, the spear:
A thorny crown transpierced thy sacred brow,
While bloody sweats from every member flow.
For me in tortures thou resign'st thy breath,
Embraced me on the cross, and saved me by thy death.
And can these sufferings fail my heart to move?
What but thyself can now deserve my love?
Such as then was, and is, thy love to me,
Such is, and shall be still, my love to thee...
To thee, Redeemer! mercy's sacred spring!
My God, my Father, Maker, and my King!

 

The Dying Christian To His Soul

    Ode
    I
    Vital spark of heavenly flame!
    Quit, oh quit this mortal frame!
    Trembling, hoping, lingering, flying,
    Oh the pain, the bliss of dying!
    Cease, fond Nature, cease thy strife,
    And let me languish into life!

    II
    Hark! they whisper; angels say,
    'Sister Spirit, come away!'
    What is this absorbs me quite?
    Steals my senses, shuts my sight,
    Drowns my spirits, draws my breath?
    Tell me, my Soul, can this be death?

    III
    The world recedes; it disappears!
    Heaven opens on my eyes! my ears
    With sounds seraphic ring:
    Lend, lend your wings! I mount! I fly!
    O Grave! where is thy victory?
    O Death! where is thy sting?

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