236 IZAAK WALTON AND HIS FRIENDS 



Not a word or look 

 I affect to own, 



But by book, 

 And Thy book alone. 



Though I fail, I weep : 

 Though I halt in pace, 



Yet I creep 

 To the throne of grace. 



Then let wrath remove ; 

 Love will do the deed : 



For with love 

 Stony hearts will bleed. 



Love is swift of foot ; 

 Love's a man of war, 



And can shoot, 

 And can hit from far. 



Who can 'scape his bow ? 

 That which wrought on Thee, 



Brought Thee low, 

 Needs must work on me. 



Throw away Thy rod ; 

 Though man frailties hath, 



Thou art God : 

 Throw away Thy wrath. 



