A Prayer
If many years should dim my inward sight, Till, stirred with no emotion, I might stand gazing at the fall of night Across the gloaming ocean; Till storm, and sun, and night, vast with her stars, Would seem an oft-told story, And the old sorrow of heroic wars Be faded of its glory; Till, hearing, while June's roses blew their musk, The noise of field and city, The human struggle, sinking tired at dusk, I felt no thrill of pity; Till dawn should come without her old desire, And day brood o'er her stages,-- O let me die, too frail for nature's hire, And rest a million ages.
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"If many years should dim my inward sight,..."
Exploring the themes of classic, John Charles McNeill delivers a powerful performance in "A Prayer"... ### Why We Love This Line At Linespedia, we believe that poetry is the ultimate sanctuary for the soul...