Hello,
I have been reading early 1800's religious poetry and was wondering if anyone knew who wrote the following poem. It is said that Elizabeth Barret Browning is not the original writer of this poem. So I am curious if anyone know's the original writer.
The poem title is : THE MEASURE
He comprehended the dust of earth in a measure.
Thou givest them tears to drink in a measure.
God, the Creator, with pulseless hand
Of unoriginated power, hath weighed
The dust of earth and tears of man in one
Measure, and by one weight.
So saith His holy book.
Shall we, then, who have issued from
the dust,
And there return,-shall we, who toil
for dust
I believe that the word occurs in no other
Part of the Hebrew Scriptures.
And wrap our winnings in this dusty life,
Say, No more tears Lord God !
The measure tunneth oer !
Oh, Holder of the balance,laughest thou!
Nay, Lord ! Be gentler to our foolishness,
For his sake who assumed our dust and
Turns
On Thee pathetic eyes
Still moistened with our tears.
And teach us, O our Farther, while we
Weep,
To look in patience upon earth and
Learn-
Waiting, in that meek gesture, till at last
These tearful eyes be filled
Will the dry dust of death.
I have been reading early 1800's religious poetry and was wondering if anyone knew who wrote the following poem. It is said that Elizabeth Barret Browning is not the original writer of this poem. So I am curious if anyone know's the original writer.
The poem title is : THE MEASURE
He comprehended the dust of earth in a measure.
Thou givest them tears to drink in a measure.
God, the Creator, with pulseless hand
Of unoriginated power, hath weighed
The dust of earth and tears of man in one
Measure, and by one weight.
So saith His holy book.
Shall we, then, who have issued from
the dust,
And there return,-shall we, who toil
for dust
I believe that the word occurs in no other
Part of the Hebrew Scriptures.
And wrap our winnings in this dusty life,
Say, No more tears Lord God !
The measure tunneth oer !
Oh, Holder of the balance,laughest thou!
Nay, Lord ! Be gentler to our foolishness,
For his sake who assumed our dust and
Turns
On Thee pathetic eyes
Still moistened with our tears.
And teach us, O our Farther, while we
Weep,
To look in patience upon earth and
Learn-
Waiting, in that meek gesture, till at last
These tearful eyes be filled
Will the dry dust of death.