Here you will find the Poem In Nineveh. of poet Robert Crawford
As he of Joppa sought to 'scape The utterance of the given word, And dared to get him from the Lord In a ship down to Tarshish, ? know Thou canst not any burden throw That was ordained for thee to bear Though faith may make it light as air. Though thou within the dust may rave, Within the dust may rave and curse Thy being and the universe, He sends His lightnings still abroad, Yet plants for thee the shadowy gourd, And comes so near He leaves a trace Of beauty on thy bitter face. Thou canst not lose thyself: thou art The given word; its utterance too Is in all thou dost dream and do: All men must hear it, hearing thee: Thou canst not 'scape the prophecy Of thy life here, howe'er thou rave Between the cradle and the grave. What if thou wert He, being here ? So much of Him made flesh as can Find its conception in a man; Thy very breath His own, and thou The veriest utterance of Him now? It is His work: ? let thyself be, And He will cry in Nineveh!
