Author Mary Elizabeth Coleridge Thy blessings are an armèd band.—With a javelin and a dart,—With a spear to wound the heartRound about they stand.Soul, in honour glorified,—Be thou ware of deadly sin!—Cruelty's the javelin,The spear is pride. 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