PRAYER.
When I am weary of life’s strain And battered down by mortal pain; And when the taunts of Brother Man Make me despise his silly plan; And when within this prison -world My falcon spirit is enfurled: And like a leopard in a cage The will doth impotently rage: And all my well-intentioned heart From noble deed is held apart: And when I see in women’s eyes The tragic -wraiths of agonies: All human faces passion-wracked Like clay beneath a cataract: Guide me O Lord to some sweet thing That lives without a lust or sting, Something so beautifully light As is completely infinite. The music of an old tree Shall in this manner solace me, Or some great truth in bronze or verse That all Thy benisons rehearse, Or from the gold cup of a flower Grant that my soul shall suck new power. —A. 8., in the New Witness.
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New Zealand Tablet, 7 October 1920, Page 32
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152PRAYER. New Zealand Tablet, 7 October 1920, Page 32
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