From the wheel and the drift of Things <br />Deliver us, Good Lord, <br />And we will face the wrath of Kings, <br />The faggot and the sword! <br /> <br />Lay not thy Works before our eyes <br />Nor vex us with thy Wars, <br />Lest we should feel the straining skies <br />O'ertrod by trampling stars. <br /> <br />Hold us secure behind the gates <br />Of saving flesh and bone, <br />Lest we should dream what Dream awaits <br />The Soul escaped alone. <br /> <br />Thy Path, thy Purposes conceal <br />From our beleaguered realm <br />Lest any shattering whisper steal <br />Upon us and o'erwhelm. <br /> <br />A veil 'twixt us and Thee, Good Lord, <br />A veil 'twixt us and Thee-- <br />Lest we should hear too clear, too clear, <br />And unto madness see!<br /><br />Rudyard Kipling<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-prayer-of-miriam-cohen/
