Poems (Taylor)/The Common Prayer

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THE COMMON PRAYER
O hear the secret word I cannot say,
And comprehend the prayer I cannot pray;
Read Thou the broken poem of my pain,
Divine the motive of my music vain,
And know the colour never artist knew
My crazy imageries yearn unto:—
O God, of Whom I am the clouded Gleam,
Art Thou indeed the Dream I cannot dream?
Then fall like sleep upon mine aching eyes,
And hush my lips whose very truths are lies.
O Love and Lover, light this gloaming chill;
Say: "Throughly do I know thee. Peace, be still!"

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