My God and King! to Thee <br />I bow my knee; <br />I bow my troubled soul, and greet <br />With my foul heart thy holy feet. <br />Cast it, or tread it! it shall do <br />Even what thou wilt, and praise thee too. <br /> <br />My God, could I weep blood, <br />Gladly I would, <br />Or if thou wilt give me that art, <br />Which through the eyes pours out the heart, <br />I will exhaust it all, and make <br />Myself all tears, a weeping lake. <br /> <br />O! 'tis an easy thing <br />To write and sing; <br />But to write true, unfeigned verse <br />Is very hard! O God, disperse <br />These weights, and give my spirit leave <br />To act as well as to conceive! <br /> <br />O my God, hear my cry; <br />Or let me die!<br /><br />Henry Vaughan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/anguish-19/
