Songs for Sufferers | ||
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PRAYERS AND PRAISES.
My prayers go forth, like snow-white doves, that carry
With them the incense of the earth, and all
That is confession ere it hears the call;
They mount on climbing plumes that may not tarry,
As perfumes from an opening flower they fall.
They people each poor vacancy or breach,
And multiply and supplement my reach.
With them the incense of the earth, and all
That is confession ere it hears the call;
They mount on climbing plumes that may not tarry,
As perfumes from an opening flower they fall.
They people each poor vacancy or breach,
And multiply and supplement my reach.
I sail upon their wings, and upward lifted
Feel one with all the holiest and the strong,
With the great Life that bears the world along;
Wall, roof, and closing cloud alike are rifted
By these from matins unto evensong.
The fragrance of wild blossoms with them speeds,
A satisfaction though in silent needs.
Feel one with all the holiest and the strong,
With the great Life that bears the world along;
Wall, roof, and closing cloud alike are rifted
By these from matins unto evensong.
The fragrance of wild blossoms with them speeds,
A satisfaction though in silent needs.
But in their very birth my prayers are praises,
If selfish in the outset, they must end
With adoration as they still ascend;
Each on the other in an arch it raises,
To meet the heavens, which downward to them bend.
I had not dared to offer up one plea,
That found no place in Love's unbounded sea.
If selfish in the outset, they must end
With adoration as they still ascend;
Each on the other in an arch it raises,
To meet the heavens, which downward to them bend.
I had not dared to offer up one plea,
That found no place in Love's unbounded sea.
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