Blaze, sun, blaze you fire streak, Above horizon ashen sneak, Specked with brilliant heat from molten core, Ball of flames such orange pumpkin, Burning object, many lore.
A gleeful creature shed rays of light, Bring swift end to blanket night, Lava white pinpricks vanish far, Seen not 'till the moon prevails, And sky so soft is dipped in tar.
She with fame a myth ruled over day, Angel pure free from decay, Deity honored with many precious gift, Bow down to her majesty, Sacrificed poor lamb so swift.
But she, a terrible being slaughter, Stole away liquid, took the water, Dried the life, said died of thirst, Wrinkled hopeless fruit from limb, Not only blessing, 'tis the worst.
In quiet rooms where whispers fade, I hold the words I’m slow to trade. No eager ear nor friendly gaze, Just watchful walls that keep my days.
A thousand thoughts like scattered sand, Slip through the spaces of my hand. Who counts them all? Who hears them fall? He knows. He listens. Knows them all.
I need no crowd to weigh my heart, No vows that fail or drift apart. When voices fail and doors are shut, He is enough. My soul is shut.
The secrets kept in silent air, He gathers gently in His care. The tears I hide behind my eyes, He measures deep. He hears my sighs.
When no one stays and none remain, He mends the seams of unseen pain. In quiet trust I find my part: He is enough to fill my heart
Daughter of Jove, relentless Power,
Thou tamer of the human breast,
Whose iron scourge and tort'ring hour
The Bad affright, afflict the Best!
Bound in thy adamantine chain
The Proud are taught to taste of pain,
And purple Tyrants vainly groan
With pangs unfelt before, unpitied and alone.
When first thy Sire to send on earth
Virtue, his darling child, designed,
To thee he gave the heav'nly Birth,
And bade to form her infant mind.
Stern rugged Nurse! thy rigid lore
With patience many a year she bore:
What sorrow was, thou bad'st her know,
And from her own she learned to melt at others' woe.
Scared at thy frown terrific, fly
Self-pleasing Folly's idle brood,
Wild Laughter, Noise, and thoughtless Joy,
And leave us leisure to be good.
Light they disperse, and with them go
The summer Friend, the flatt'ring Foe;
By vain Prosperity received,
To her they vow their truth, and are again believed.
Wisdom in sable garb arrayed
Immersed in rapt'rous thought profound,
And Melancholy, silent maid
With leaden eye, that loves the ground,
Still on thy solemn steps attend:
Warm Charity, the gen'ral Friend,
With Justice, to herself severe,
And Pity dropping soft the sadly-pleasing tear.
Oh, gently on thy Suppliant's head,
Dread Goddess, lay thy chast'ning hand!
Not in thy Gorgon terrors clad,
Not circled with the vengeful Band
(As by the Impious thou art seen),
With thund'ring voice, and threat'ning mien,
With screaming Horror's funeral cry,
Despair, and fell Disease, and ghastly Poverty.
Thy form benign, O Goddess, wear,
Thy milder influence impart,
Thy philosophic Train be there
To soften, not to wound my heart.
The gen'rous spark extinct revive,
Teach me to love and to forgive,
Exact my own defects to scan,
What others are, to feel, and know myself a Man
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