A Prayer In The Prospect Of Death Poem by Robert Burns

A Prayer In The Prospect Of Death



O THOU unknown, Almighty Cause
Of all my hope and fear!
In whose dread presence, ere an hour,
Perhaps I must appear!


If I have wander'd in those paths
Of life I ought to shun,
As something, loudly, in my breast,
Remonstrates I have done;


Thou know'st that Thou hast formed me
With passions wild and strong;
And list'ning to their witching voice
Has often led me wrong.


Where human weakness has come short,
Or frailty stept aside,
Do Thou, All-Good-for such Thou art—
In shades of darkness hide.


Where with intention I have err'd,
No other plea I have,
But, Thou art good; and Goodness still
Delighteth to forgive.

Friday, October 24, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: prayer
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Dante 08 November 2018

Indeed

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Bill Wright 01 October 2016

Considering the Bard's personal reputation this sounds almost confessional.

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