Denial
When
my
devotions
could
not
pierce
Thy
silent
ears;
Then
was
my
heart
broken,
as
was
my
verse:
My
breast
was
full
of
fears
And
disorder:
My
bent
thoughts,
like
a
brittle
bow,
Did
flie
asunder:
Each
took
his
way;
some
would
to
pleasures
go,
Some
to
the
warres
and
thunder
Of
alarms.
As
good
go
any
where,
they
say,
As
to
benumme
Both
knees
and
heart,
in
crying
night
and
day,
Come,
come,
my
God,
O
come,
But
no
hearing.
O
that
thou
shouldst
give
dust
a
tongue
To
cry
to
thee,
And
then
not
hear
it
crying!
all
day
long
My
heart
was
in
my
knee,
But
no
hearing.
Therefore
my
soul
lay
out
of
sight,
Untun'd,
unstrung:
My
feeble
spirit,
unable
to
look
right,
Like
a
nipt
blossome,
hung
Discontented.
O
cheer
and
tune
my
heartlesse
breast,
Deferre
no
time;
That
so
thy
favoures
granting
my
request,
They
and
my
minde
may
chime,
And
mend
my
ryme.
