| Walter Murdoch (1874–1970). The Oxford Book of Australasian Verse. 1918. |
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| 13. To His Wife |
| | | By Daniel Henry Deniehy |
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| O PURE of soul, and fond and deep of heart | |
| For those who darkened be, | |
| Lift up thy holy voice, at morn and eve, | |
| And pray for me,— | |
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| For me, who for this thronging world’s hot strife | 5 |
| A prize hath brought to be | |
| Among the known—but sweet too dearly earned; | |
| Ah, pray for me. | |
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| Not aye the scholar’s path a track of peace, | |
| Nor from the dread sins free; | 10 |
| Hard by the Isles of Truth doth Circe prowl; | |
| Oh, pray for me. | |
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| The spirits’ hell-gloom and its hurricane | |
| Round studious cells may be; | |
| Thou patient Moon of Memory’s dreary sky, | 15 |
| Oh, pray for me. | |
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| When through thy well-known window, oped beneath | |
| The uneasy, whispering tree, | |
| Burn stars we children two have tried to count, | |
| Then pray for me. | 20 |
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| At hour of rest, and when the moon makes pleased | |
| The melancholy sea, | |
| And noon’s surcease of happy household toil, | |
| Yes, pray for me. | |
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| Some solace for this wrung and rifted heart, | 25 |
| That, wheresoe’er thou be, | |
| Thou wilt, God’s holiest gift, thou woman pure, | |
| Yet pray for me. | |
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