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Poem October 3, 1771

The Virginia Gazette

Richmond, Williamsburg, Richmond County, Virginia

What is this article about?

A devotional poem by a lady, addressed as a prayer to God, seeking removal of sins like pride and envy, contentment with divine will, compassion for others, and preparation for death.

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POET'S CORNER.

A REQUEST TO THE DIVINE BEING.
By a Lady

Thou great and facred Lord of all,
Of Life the only Spring;
Creator of unnumber'd Worlds,
Immensely glorious King!
Whose Image shakes the staggering Mind.
Beyond Conception high;
Crown'd with Omnipotence, and veil'd
With dark Eternity.
Drive from the Confines of my Heart
Impenitence and Pride,
Nor let me in erroneous Paths
With thoughtless Idiots glide.
Whate'er thy all-discerning Eye
Sees for thy Creature fit,
I'll bless the Good, and to the Ill
Contentedly submit.
With humane Pleasure let me view
The Prosperous and the Great:
Malignant Envy let me fly,
With odious Self-Conceit.
Let not Despair, nor curs'd Revenge
Be to my Bosom known:
O give me Tears for others Wo,
And Patience for my own.
Feed me with necessary Food,
I ask not Wealth nor Fame;
But give me Eyes to view thy Works,
And Sense to praise thy Name.
And when thy Wisdom thinks it fit,
To shake my troubled Mind,
Preserve my Reason with my Griefs,
And let me not repine.
May my still Days obscurely pass,
Without Remorse or Care:
And let me, for the parting Hour,
My trembling
Ghost prepare.

What sub-type of article is it?

Hymn Ode

What themes does it cover?

Religious Faith Moral Virtue

What keywords are associated?

Divine Prayer Religious Devotion Moral Humility Lady Poet Eternal King

What entities or persons were involved?

By A Lady

Poem Details

Title

A Request To The Divine Being.

Author

By A Lady

Form / Style

Rhymed Couplets

Key Lines

Thou Great And Facred Lord Of All, Of Life The Only Spring; Drive From The Confines Of My Heart Impenitence And Pride, Feed Me With Necessary Food, I Ask Not Wealth Nor Fame; And Let Me, For The Parting Hour, My Trembling Ghost Prepare.

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