Come through the gloom of clouded skies, <br />The slow dim rain and fog athwart; <br />Through east winds keen with wrong and lies <br />Come and lift up my hopeless heart. <br /> <br />Come through the sickness and the pain, <br />The sore unrest that tosses still; <br />Through aching dark that hides the gain <br />Come and arouse my fainting will. <br /> <br />Come through the prate of foolish words, <br />The science with no God behind; <br />Through all the pangs of untuned chords <br />Speak wisdom to my shaken mind. <br /> <br />Through all the fears that spirits bow <br />Of what hath been, or may befall, <br />Come down and talk with me, for thou <br />Canst tell me all about them all. <br /> <br />Hear, hear my sad lone heart entreat, <br />Heart of all joy, below, above! <br />Come near and let me kiss thy feet, <br />And name the names of those I love!<br /><br />George MacDonald<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-winter-prayer/
