Just Beyond Prudence: Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary,

Saturday, August 7, 2010

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary,

Over a quaint and curious volume of Edgar Allan Poe. One of my favorite poems is the Raven by Edgar Allan Poe, I read it aloud the other day for my grandmother and sisters. I've read it aloud several times and every time I do, I unconsciously put on a English accent. Its funny, because I can't hear it, but my sisters and grandmother can.

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The Pilgrim's Wants (author unknown)

I want a sweet sense of Thy pardoning love,
That my manifold sins are forgiven;
That Christ as my Advocate, pleadeth above,
That my name is recorded in heaven.

I want every moment to feel
That thy Spirit resides in my heart--
That his power is present to cleanse and to heal,
And newness of life to impart.

I want--oh! I want to attain
Some likeness, my Saviour, to thee!
That longed for resemblance once more to regain,
Thy comeliness put upon me.

I want to be marked for thine own--
Thy seal on my forehead to wear;
To receive that new name on the mystic white stone
Which none but thyself can declare.

I want so in thee to abide
As to bring forth some fruit to thy praise;
The branch which thou prunest, though feeble and dried,
May languish, but never decays.

I want thine own hand to unbind
Each tie to terrestrial things,
Too tenderly cherished, too closely entwined,
Where my heart so tenaciously clings.

I want, by my aspects serene,
My actions and words, to declare
That my treasure is placed in a country unseen,
That my heart's best affections are there.

I want as a trav'ller to haste
Straight onward, nor pause on my way;
Nor forethought in anxious contrivance to waste
On the tent only pitched for a day.

I want--and this sums up my prayer--
To glorify thee till I die;
Then calmly, to yield up my soul to thy care,
And breath out in faith my last sigh.