A Prayer

O for one minute hark what we are saying!
This is not pleasure that we ask of Thee!
Nay, let all life be weary with our praying,
Streaming of tears and bending of the knee:—

Only we ask thro' shadows of the valley
Stay of thy staff and guiding of thy rod,
Only, when rulers of the darkness rally,
Be thou beside us, very near, O God!
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