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- A PRAYER FOR MY SON
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- BID a strong ghost stand at the head
- That my Michael may sleep sound,
- Nor cry, nor turn in the bed
- Till his morning meal come round;
- And may departing twilight keep
- All dread afar till morning's back.
- That his mother may not lack
- Her fill of sleep.
- Bid the ghost have sword in fist:
- Some there are, for I avow
- Such devilish things exist,
- Who have planned his murder, for they know
- Of some most haughty deed or thought
- That waits upon his future days,
- And would through hatred of the bays
- Bring that to nought.
- Though You can fashion everything
- From nothing every day, and teach
- The morning stats to sing,
- You have lacked articulate speech
- To tell Your simplest want, and known,
- Wailing upon a woman's knee,
- All of that worst ignominy
- Of flesh and bone;
- And when through all the town there ran
- The servants of Your enemy,
- A woman and a man,
- Unless the Holy Writings lie,
- Hurried through the smooth and rough
- And through the fertile and waste,
- protecting, till the danger past,
- With human love.
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