From the wheel and the drift of Things |
Deliver us, Good Lord, |
And we will face the wrath of Kings, |
The faggot and the sword! |
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Lay not Thy Works before our eyes |
Nor vex us with Thy Wars, |
Lest we should feel the straining skies |
O'ertrod by trampling stars. |
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Hold us secure behind the gates |
Of saving flesh and bone, |
Lest we should dream what Dream awaits |
The Soul escaped alone. |
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Thy Path, Thy Purposes conceal |
From our beleaguered realm, |
Lest any shattering whisper steal |
Upon us and overwhelm. |
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‘twixt us and Thee, Good Lord, |
A veil ‘twixt us and Thee - |
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And unto madness see! |