<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=537561" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Divine Justice Amiable</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thou hast no lightnings, O thou Just!<br>Or I their force should know;<br>And, if thou strike me into dust,<br>My soul approves the blow.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The heart, that values less its ease<br>Than it adores thy ways,<br>In thine avenging anger sees<br>A subject of its praise.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Pleased I could lie, concealed and lost,<br>In shades of central night;<br>Not to avoid thy wrath, thou know'st,<br>But lest I grieve thy sight.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Smite me, O thou, whom I provoke!<br>And I will love thee still:<br>The well deserved and righteous stroke<br>Shall please me, though it kill.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Am I not worthy to sustain<br>The worst thou canst devise;<br>And dare I seek thy throne again,<br>And meet thy sacred eyes?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Far from afflicting, thou art kind;<br>And, in my saddest hours,<br>An unction of thy grace I find,<br>Pervading all my powers.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Alas! thou sparest me yet again;<br>And, when thy wrath should move,<br>Too gentle to endure my pain,<br>Thou soothest me with thy love.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I have no punishment to fear;<br>But, ah! that smile from thee<br>Imparts a pang far more severe<br>Than woe itself would be.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=William+Cowper">William Cowper</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=537561" data-title="Divine Justice Amiable de William Cowper" data-description="Thou hast no lightnings, O thou Just! Or I their force should know; And, if thou strike me into dust, My soul approves the blow. The heart, that values less its ease Than it adores thy ways, In thine avenging anger sees A subject of its praise. ..."></div> </div> </div>

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