TO THE SUPREME BEING

by: Michelangelo Buonarroti (1475-1564)

      HE prayers I make will then be sweet indeed,
      If Thou the spirit give by which I pray:
      My unassisted heart is barren clay,
      Which of its native self can nothing feed:
      Of good and pious works Thou art the seed,
      Which quickens only where Thou say'st it may;
      Unless Thou show to us Thine own true way,
      No man can find it: Father! Thou must lead.
      Do Thou, then, breathe those thoughts into my mind
      By which such virtue may in me be bred
      That in Thy holy footsteps I may tread;
      The fetters of my tongue do Thou unbind,
      That I may have the power to sing of Thee,
      And sound Thy praises everlastingly.

This poem was translated into English by William Wordsworth (1770-1850).

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