''A Lonesome Soul, I Haunt This Teeming Earth''
A lonesome soul, I haunt this teeming earth;
and, ever companionless, I beside
remain uncherished: never knowing mirth.
Alas! Alas! Wherefore do I confide
in Thee, O Lord? For, alone and unloved,
I waste away year upon forlorn year:
for Thou hast provided not my beloved;
but, weary of my prayers, poised a deaf ear.
Nevertheless, Poesy's a mistress
I've newly found:—sublimest lady-love
than can I know; whose love can I possess
with lines the Nine Muses all but dream of.
Though my absence of faith be my disgrace,
Thy Providence, O Lord, still shows Thy grace!
Copyright © Ngoc Nguyen | Year Posted 2021
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