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William Wordsworth (Уильям Вордсворт)


To The Supreme Being From The Italian Of Michael Angelo


THE prayers I make will then be sweet indeed
If Thou the spirit give by which I pray:
My unassisted heart is barren clay,
That of its native self can nothing feed:
Of good and pious works thou art the seed,
That quickens only where thou say'st it may:
Unless Thou show to us thine own true way
No man can find it: Father! Thou must lead.
Do Thou, then, breathe those thoughts into my mind
By which such virtue may in me be bred
That in thy holy footsteps I may tread;
The fetters of my tongue do Thou unbind,
That I may have the power to sing of thee,
And sound thy praises everlastingly. 



William Wordsworth's other poems:
  1. Upon The Same Event
  2. Yes, It Was The Mountain Echo
  3. Character of the Happy Warrior
  4. Personal Talk
  5. When I Have Borne In Memory


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