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PRAYER
God, God, how oft in what assault of prayerMust man subdue the soul and bend the knee,
How often in the infinite of air
Must hurl the litanies that cry for thee,
And look to heaven, and tell himself that there
No voice hath been and yet a voice shall be :—
O say how often, till the last despair
Seize him and madden, as it maddens me?
But who contends with God? it is in vain:
How should a sinner of the Just complain?
From the Almighty shall a man be free?
Nay, till I die must I beseech again,
Yea, till I die the pulses of my pain
Beat with the flow and falling of the sea.
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