O Thou who seekest me <br />Through the day's heartless hurry and uproar, <br />Who followest me to my thought's farthest shore-- <br />Nay, who art gone before-- <br />Sustain me, O sustain <br />The heart that seeks for thee. <br />The world is filled with rendings and with pain, <br />But thou with peace; with peace though wronged so sore <br />By our despair, blind wrath, and blind disdain. <br />And thou hast made it dear <br />To hope against the wrongs of every hour, <br />And given to hope the power <br />And passion to prevail; <br />The heart, for all its fear, <br />Putting forth delicate, shy flower on flower <br />Against the hard world's hail. <br />O might my love, that in one heart has found <br />Such hope to cherish, and such joy to sound, <br />O might it grow through days that chafe and bound <br />And our true souls from one another screen, <br />Till in its clear profound <br />Part of thy peace were seen.<br /><br />Robert Laurence Binyon<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-prayer-76/
