‘Mid the discordant noises of the day I hear thee calling;
I stumble as I fare along Earth’s way; keep me from falling.Mine eyes are open but they cannot see for gloom of night:I can no more than lift my heart to thee for inward light.The wild and fiery passion of my youth consumes my soul;In agony I turn to thee for truth and self-control.For Passion and all the pleasures it can give will die the death;But this of me eternally must live, thy borrowed breath.‘Mid the discordant noises of the day I hear thee calling;
I stumble as I fare along Earth’s way; keep me from falling.
A Prayer
Claude McKayWednesday, November 6, 2013
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