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Lyric Poem · Peace

Prayer

by Robert Louis Stevenson

I ASK good things that I detest,

With speeches fair;

Heed not, I pray Thee, Lord, my breast,

But hear my prayer.

I say ill things I would not say -

Things unaware:

Regard my breast, Lord, in Thy day,

And not my prayer.

My heart is evil in Thy sight:

My good thoughts flee:

O Lord, I cannot wish aright -

Wish Thou for me.

O bend my words and acts to Thee,

However ill,

That I, whate'er I say or be,

May serve Thee still.

O let my thoughts abide in Thee

Lest I should fall:

Show me Thyself in all I see,

Thou Lord of all.

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Poem
Prayer
Poet
Robert Louis Stevenson
Length
20 lines
Form
Lyric Poem
Themes
Peace, Love

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Shape
20 lines · 5 quatrains
End rhyme
ABAB in 60% of the stanzas — alternate rhyme. The remaining stanzas vary, often through slant rhyme.

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Author record
Robert Louis Stevenson1850–1894
Source record
PoetryDBPrayer by robert-louis-stevenson, PoetryDB transcription
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