Author Walter Savage Landor Pardon our enemies , we pray Devoutly every sabbath-day; Ere the next morn we change our notes, And blow them up or cut their throats. Above us and below meanwhile The Angels weep, the Devils smile. Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments