Full text of "New Poems And Variant Readings"
PRAYER I ASK good things that I detest. With speeches fair; Heed not, 1 pray Thee, Lord, my breast, But hear my prayer. I say ill things I would not say— Things unaware: Regard my breast, Lord, In Thy days And not my prayer. My heart Is evil in Thy sight: My good thoughts flee : O Lord, I cannot wish aright— Wish Thou for me, O bend my words and acts to Thee, However ill, That I, whate'er I say or be, May serve Thee still.