Читать книгу Graham's Magazine, Vol. XXXII No. 4, April 1848 - Various - Страница 10

Forgive me, Lord, that I so long have dwelt

In noisome cities, whence Thy sacred works

Are ever banished from my sight; where lurks

Each baleful passion man has ever felt.

Here human skill is shown in shutting out

All sight and thought of things that God hath made;

Lest He should share the constant homage paid

To Mammon, in the hearts of men devout.

O, it was fit that he 2 upon whose head

Weighed his own brother's blood, and God's dread curse,

Should build a city, when he trembling fled

Far from his Maker's face. And which was worse,

The murder – or departing far from Thee?

Great God! impute not either sin to me!