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Heed not flowers that round thee bloom,
Haste not ! let no thoughtless deed
Rest not ! life is sweeping by,
EXHORTATION TO PRAYER.
OT on a prayerless bed, not on a prayerless bed
With balmy sleep
Whom angels keep ;
Or anxious sorrow,
For coming morrow,
For who can tell, when sleep thine eye shall close,
That earthly cares and woes
Arouse, my soul !
So shall thine eyes discern
Things pure and sightly ;
Taught by the spirit ; learn
Hast thou no pining want, or wish, or care,
That calls for holy prayer ?
That in its fight
Will be like this, and more
And still make plans for more?
Arouse thee, weary soul, nor yield to flumber!
Till in communion blest
With the elect ye rest,
And with them raise
The note of praise,
So lay thy happy head,
“I will, therefore, that men pray everywhere, lifting up holy hands, without wrath and doubting.” — 1 Tim. ii. 8.
E not afraid to pray, — to pray is right.
Pray, if thou canst, with hope ; but ever pray, Though hope be weak, or sick with long delay ; Pray in the darkness, if there be no light. Far is the time, remote from human fight,
When war and discord on the earth shall cease ;
Yet every prayer for universal peace
Though it be what thou canst not hope to see ;
Pray to be perfect, though material leaven
Forbid the spirit so on earth to be ;
Hartley Coleridge. 1840.
THE PRAYERS I MAKE.
THE prayers I make will then be sweet indeed,
That quickens only where Thou sayft it may.
Do Thou then breathe those thoughts into my mind By which such virtue may in me be bred That in Thy holy footsteps I may tread;
The fetters of my tongue do Thou unbind, That I may have the power to sing to Thee, And sound Thy praises everlastingly!
Michel Angelo. Trans. by Wordsworth. 1474 - 1564.