[Editor: This poem by Menie Parkes was published in Poems (1867).]
To My Heart.
Hark! Heaven is waiting!
Your own pulse is still,
Ceasing its beating
To listen your will.
Against the God-Father
Will you declare?
Or will you not, rather,
Bow to Him there?
Oh, what need of waiting!
Christ’s heart is free;
There is love ready
Even for thee.
Too sinful for merit!
Black, black with despair
Ah, leap to His bosom —
Purity’s there!
Source:
Menie Parkes, Poems, F. Cunninghame, Sydney, [1867], page 117
[Editor: Corrected “read” to “ready”, with regard to the “Errata” corrections.]
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