| Rudyard Kipling (1865–1936). Verse: 1885–1918. 1922. | | | | The Prayer of Miriam Cohen |
| | | FROM the wheel and the drift of Things | |
| Deliver us, Good Lord, | |
| And we will face the wrath of Kings | |
| The faggot and the sword! | |
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| Lay not Thy Works before our eyes | 5 |
| Nor vex us with Thy Wars | |
| Lest we should feel the straining skies | |
| O’ertrod by trampling stars. | |
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| Hold us secure behind the gates | |
| Of saving flesh and bone, | 10 |
| Lest we should dream what Dream awaits | |
| The soul escaped alone. | |
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| Thy Path, Thy Purposes conceal | |
| From our beleaguered realm, | |
| Lest any shattering whisper steal | 15 |
| Upon us and o’erwhelm. | |
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| A veil ’twixt us and Thee, Good Lord, | |
| A veil ’twixt us and Thee, | |
| Lest we should hear too clear, too clear, | |
| And unto madness see! | 20 | | | |
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