Lyric Poem · Peace
A Prayer under the Pressure of Violent Anguish
by Robert Burns
O THOU Great Being! what Thou art,
Surpasses me to know;
Yet sure I am, that known to Thee
Are all Thy works below.
Thy creature here before Thee stands,
All wretched and distrest;
Yet sure those ills that wring my soul
Obey Thy high behest.
Sure, Thou, Almighty, canst not act
From cruelty or wrath!
O, free my weary eyes from tears,
Or close them fast in death!
But, if I must afflicted be,
To suit some wise design,
Then man my soul with firm resolves,
To bear and not repine!
This poem is in the public domain.
“A Prayer under the Pressure of Violent Anguish” by Robert Burns — quilloak.com/poems/a-prayer-under-the-pressure-of-violent-anguish
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