This poem has been sent me by a friend. It's a poem by a Victorian Poet, who dealt much with religion. I am proud to present it here.

Thou art indeed just, by Gerard Manley Hopkins (1844-1889)

Thou art indeed just, Lord, if I contend
With thee; but, sir, so what I plead is just.
Why do sinners' ways prosper? and why must
Disappointment all I endeavour end?
Wert thou my enemy, O thou my friend,
How wouldst thou worse, I wonder, than thou dost
Defeat, thwart me? Oh, the sots and thralls of lust
Do in spare hours more thrive than I that spend,

Sir, life upon thy cause. See, banks and brakes
Now, leav`ed how thick! lac`ed they are again
With fretty chervil, look, and fresh wind shakes
Time's eunuch, and not breed one work that wakes.
Mine, O thou lord of life, send my roots rain.

The Gerard Manley Hopkins Resource Page - a very good link about this poet.

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