Repose Awhile

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Repose Awhile

Poem

Today, today I shall spar no more with Thee,
Arms forego vigour, my fingers unclenched,
My heart armour shorn and pristinely empty,
Why must I battle Thee, O my sole Beloved!

Nay, not in war and clash must be our speech,
Not in hot debates about the grammar of life.
This Thy habit of rancour Thou must breach,
Oh I tire of Thy quarrelling and all Thy strife.

Come now, by me be seated, do pause awhile,
Thy world machine will indeed perpetual run.
Let me of Thy better natures in outline tell,
In this happy valley of rainbow garlanded sun.

Appease not Thy hunger with the spoils of time,
Here is fair produce yielded from sweet ardour,
Delicacies of sentiment, many a happy dream,
Thoughts richly ripe, all watered by my fervour.

Undon Thy mantle, unburden Thy head of crown,
Thy far-travelled feet I water to contented ease.
Sup each morsel I made with Thy lips of renown,
And sweet hailing hymns I shall sing for Thy ears.

Repose awhile O Seer, O Sire of the eternal ages,
This hour I shall guarding watch all Thy worlds.