Madmoments: or First Verseattempts By a Bornnatural. Addressed to the Lightheaded of Society at Large, by Henry Ellison |
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PRAYER.
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Wilt thou not send an angel from his SphereTo stand beside me, and inspire my Song,
To urge it like a Prophet's soul along;
God let it be so, let him fill mine Ear
With accents like to those, to which when near
Thy throne, one of the everquiring throng,
He strikes his divine harp! yet I do wrong
Thy Goodness much: for do we not all hear
Far more than an Archangelsvoice? yea! thy
Own voice, within us, in its own calm wise
Filling us, like a gentle Breath, and by
The Soul's deep Language deigning to reply,
To comfort and console, when fears arise,
Best Oracle! which in our own heart lies!
All Prayers conducive really to our Good
God grants, and willingly: yet not always
In the same sense we ask, nor in the days
When most we hope them, nor by means we should
Have looked for; all things are but as the mood
In which we take them; Blessings have no place
Within a Heart devoid of divine Grace,
E'en tho' they were the choicest Heaven could
Bestow on man. Oft in our bitterest woe,
When least we think our prayers are heard, they are
Already registered above — and lo!
Like the Moon under Clouds, Light from afar
The soul receives, which silently doth grow,
'Till its full Brightness clouds no more can bar!
God grants, and willingly: yet not always
In the same sense we ask, nor in the days
When most we hope them, nor by means we should
Have looked for; all things are but as the mood
In which we take them; Blessings have no place
Within a Heart devoid of divine Grace,
E'en tho' they were the choicest Heaven could
Bestow on man. Oft in our bitterest woe,
When least we think our prayers are heard, they are
Already registered above — and lo!
Like the Moon under Clouds, Light from afar
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'Till its full Brightness clouds no more can bar!
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