Rudyard Kipling (1865–1936). Verse: 1885–1918. 1922.
The Prayer of Miriam Cohen
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Deliver us, Good Lord,
And we will face the wrath of Kings
The faggot and the sword!
Nor vex us with Thy Wars
Lest we should feel the straining skies
O’ertrod by trampling stars.
Of saving flesh and bone,
Lest we should dream what Dream awaits
The soul escaped alone.
From our beleaguered realm,
Lest any shattering whisper steal
Upon us and o’erwhelm.
A veil ’twixt us and Thee,
Lest we should hear too clear, too clear,
And unto madness see!