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INVOCATION

I pray thee, Lord, to me impart

Within my breast a conscious heart:

Give me the vision to divine

The rapture pulsing through the wine,

It never pleased me, to receive

Another’s breath, that I might live:

Give me a breath as light as morn,

A sigh that in the home was born.

I am a torrent: do not set

Me dribbling in a rivulet,

But give my waters space to spill

O’er valley broad and spreading hill.

Is it thy will to fashion me

A rival to the boundless sea,

Amid the tumult of the main

Grant me the pearl’s repose to gain.

Thou had’st the falcon that I am

Follow the leopard for his game:

Give me high will, a sharper claw,

To win my victim to my maw.

The small fowl of the Sanctuary

I marked my precious prey to be:

Grant me an arrow that, unsped,

Unerring flies, and strikes them dead.

Illuminate my lifeless clay

With anthems David used to play;

Let all my atoms swiftly spring

Upborne upon an ember’s wing.