The Complete Poems of Robert Browning - 22 Poetry Collections in One Edition. Robert Browning

       Or, worse, that I trench, with undue levity,

       On the bounds of the Holy and the awful,

       I praise the heart, and pity the head of him,

       And refer myself to THEE, instead of him;

       Who head and heart alike discernest,

       Looking below light speech we utter,

       When the frothy spume and frequent sputter

       Prove that the soul’s depths boil in earnest!

       May the truth shine out, stand ever before us!

       I put up pencil and join chorus

       To Hepzibah Tune, without further apology,

       The last five verses of the third section

       Of the seventeenth hymn in Whitfield’s Collection,

       To conclude with the doxology.