Sunday, November 13, 2022

Ah, God, I Have Drunk Unto The Dregs

Ah, God, I have drunk unto the dregs,
And flung the cup at Thee!
The dust of crumbled righteousness
Hath dried and soaked unto itself
E’en the drop I spilled to Bacchus-
Whilst Thou, all-patient, sendest
Purple vintage for a later harvest.

by Patience Worth

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