A Prayer in Darkness
- This much, O heaven--if I should brood or rave,
- Pity me not; but let the world be fed,
- Yea, in my madness if I strike me dead,
- Heed you the grass that grows upon my grave.
- If I dare snarl between this sun and sod,
- Whimper and clamour, give me grace to own,
- In sun and rain and fruit in season shown,
- The shining silence of the scorn of God.
- Thank God the stars are set beyond my power,
- If I must travail in a night of wrath,
- Thank God my tears will never vex a moth,
- Nor any curse of mine cut down a flower.
- Men say the sun was darkened: yet I had
- Thought it beat brightly, even on--Calvary:
- And He that hung upon the Torturing Tree
- Heard all the crickets singing, and was glad.
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