James Graham

(25 October 1612 – 21 May 1650 / Scotland)

On Himself, Upon Hearing What Was His Sentence - Poem by James Graham

Let them bestow on ev'ry airth a limb;
Open all my veins, that I may swim
To Thee, my Saviour, in that crimson lake;
Then place my parboil'd head upon a stake,
Scatter my ashes, throw them in the air:
Lord (since Thou know'st where all these atoms are)
I'm hopeful once Thou'lt recollect my dust,
And confident thou'lt raise me with the just.


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 1, 2004



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