Claude McKay

(15 September 1889 – 22 May 1948 / Clarendon)

A Prayer - Poem by Claude McKay

'Mid the discordant noises of the day I hear thee calling;
I stumble as I fare along Earth's way; keep me from falling.

Mine eyes are open but they cannot see for gloom of night:
I can no more than lift my heart to thee for inward light.

The wild and fiery passion of my youth consumes my soul;
In agony I turn to thee for truth and self-control.

For Passion and all the pleasures it can give will die the death;
But this of me eternally must live, thy borrowed breath.

'Mid the discordant noises of the day I hear thee calling;
I stumble as I fare along Earth's way; keep me from falling.


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  • Bronze Star - 2,565 Points john tiong chunghoo (5/12/2006 9:16:00 AM)

    lovely though a subject many have touched. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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