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. 

1. To a Highland Girl
2. Yarrow Revisited
3. The River Eden, Cumberland
4. To ——, on Her First Ascent to the Summit of Helvellyn
5. Remembrance of Collins

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