POETRY: The Heart Is Deep by Roger Wolcott

The Heart Is Deep by Roger Wolcott

Hear my voice, O God, in my prayer: preserve my life from fear of the enemy. Hide me from the secret counsel of the wicked; from the insurrection of the workers of iniquity: who whet their tongue like a sword, and bend their bows to shoot their arrows, even bitter words: that they may shoot in secret at the perfect: suddenly do they shoot at him, and fear not. They encourage themselves in an evil matter: they commune of laying snares privily; they say, Who shall see them? They search out iniquities; they accomplish a diligent search: both the inward thought of every one of them, and the heart, is deep. (Psalm 64:1-6)

He that can trace a ship making her way,
Amidst the threatening surges on the sea;
Or track a towering eagle in the air,
Or on a rock find the impressions there
Made by a serpent’s footsteps; who surveys
The subtle intrigues that a young man lays,
In his sly courtship of an harmless maid,
Whereby his wanton amours are conveyed
Into her breast; ’tis he alone that can
Find out cursed policies of man.

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