John Bannister Tabb
Conscience - Poem by John Bannister Tabb
I am that Tamerlane,
The Scourge of God;
With me alone remain
The sword and rod
Wherewith in wrath throughout His world-domain,
Doth Love, avenging, reign.
I am that Joseph bound
And sold in vain;
From dungeon darkness found
To rise again,
At God's right hand, whate'er of good redound,
His sole vice-gerent crowned.
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