Here you will find the Poem A Prayer of poet Lord Alfred Douglas
Often the western wind has sung to me, There have been voices in the streams and meres, And pitiful trees have told me, God, of Thee : And I heard not. Oh ! open Thou mine ears. The reeds have whispered low as I passed by, ' Be strong, O friend, be strong, put off vain fears, Vex not they soul with doubts, God cannot lie ' : And I heard not. Oh ! open Thou mine ears. There have been many stars to guide my feet, Often the delicate moon, hearing my sighs, Has rent the clouds and shown a silver street; And I saw not. Oh ! open Thou mine eyes. Angels have beckoned me unceasingly, And walked with me ; and from the sombre skies Dear Christ Himself has stretched out hands to me ; And I saw not. Oh ! open Thou mine eyes.
