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A PrayerAuthor(s): Robert BlakeSource: The Irish Monthly, Vol. 25, No. 286 (Apr., 1897), p. 185Published by: Irish Jesuit ProvinceStable URL: http://www.jstor.org/stable/20499108 .

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185 )

A PRAYER.

Wrilten durinq a severe illness.

ONLY a little longer let mue stay, For much remains undone.

Of victories, planned at break of day, Few, few are won.

And now life's ardent noon fades fast away.

Only a little longer. Night draws near

When none may labour more. Deep in my soul the hush I hear

Of evening's hour, And weary welcome the approaching power.

I do not fear to see the shadows grow, To feel the (larkness spread;

To share their rest, who rest below, The sacred dead,

Or to explore the mysteries they know.

Beyond the night, the eternal soul awakes

To other, brighter day. Death is but sleep, that genitly takes

Lite's load away, And fits our piowers renewed new parts to play.

I know the force within can never cease,

That He from whom it came,

From earthly fetters can release

The imprisoned flame, And, after trial, give his perfect peace

That like white bird, whose tireless wings descend

From far beyond the sky,

Skim the dull earth, then baclkward bend Their flight on high,

The soul to life stoops from eternity.

Yet would I leave, ere comes the final hour,

A worthier work behind

Impress with print of keener power The human mind

A little longer labour for mankind. ROBERT BLAKE.

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