Alfred Tennyson
England
6 Aug 1809 // 6 Oct 1892
Poeta
6 Aug 1809 // 6 Oct 1892
Poeta
. . . More things are wrought by prayer
Than this world dreams of. Wherefore let thy voice
Rise like a fountain for me night and day.
For what are men better than sheeps or goats
That nourish a blind life within the brain,
If, knowing God, they lift not hands of prayer
Not only for themselves but for those who call them friend?
For so this whole round earth is every way
Bound by gold chains about the feet of God.
.
Than this world dreams of. Wherefore let thy voice
Rise like a fountain for me night and day.
For what are men better than sheeps or goats
That nourish a blind life within the brain,
If, knowing God, they lift not hands of prayer
Not only for themselves but for those who call them friend?
For so this whole round earth is every way
Bound by gold chains about the feet of God.
.
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