The Thief

O Lord, I am oppressed, undertake for me.

Isaiah xxxviii. 14.

Men to destroy with fell Intent,
The Thief by Night does rise;
But now to spoil an aged Dame
Of a full Basket tries.

I suffer Wrong, she cries, and God
Sends Death to her Relief,
Who, by the Hangman’s certain Gripe,
Strangles the greedy Thief.