The Prayer Of The Weak.
Lord of all strength, behold, I am but frail! Lord of all harvest, few the grapes and pale Allotted for my wine-press! Thou, Lord, Who boldest in thy gift the tempered sword. Hast armed me with a sapling! Lest I die, Then hear my prayer, make answer to my cry: Grant me, I pray, to tread my grapes as one Who hath full vineyards, teeming in the sun; Let me dream valiantly; and undismayed Let me lift up my sapling like a blade; Then, Lord, thy cup for mine abundant wine, Thy foeman. Lord, for that white steel of mine!
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"Lord of all strength, behold, I am but frail!..."
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