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The Supreme Being
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The prayers I make will then be sweet indeed,
If Thou the spirit give by which I pray:
My unassisted heart is barren
clay,
Which of its native self can nothing feed:
Of good and pious works. Thou art the seed,
Which 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 Thee,
And sound Thy praises everlastingly.
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(Tr: William Wordsworth)
Michaelangelo Buonarroti
(March 1475 – 18 February 1564)
Italian sculptor, painter, architect and poet
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