Poems
THEME/S
Forsake me not, Sweet Power!
Make my life music with Thy kiss—
I pray that if one hour
Be without breath of Thy blue bliss,
Let it be like the stop of a flute
Where a master finger turns mute
The magic air, that air may stream
A perfect shape of the heart's dream
Through other stops, and with each stifle free
More subtle tones of the Infinite Mystery.
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