A Tramp's Prayer

Great Spirit, when I soar away
Beyond the confines of this Day,
And sing because my earth-life's done,
And gaze back at the lessening sun;
I pray that thou wilt make me free
To roam through all infinity
Where comets roar with maddened hair
While the stars turn pale and stare
Like huddled herds of frightened sheep —
Else, give me, Lord, eternal sleep:
I do not care in heaven to bide
Forever by The Bridegroom's side.
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