Love
You Hate Amid the Pomp of Prayer
From Works and Life, ed. Forster, vol. VIII (1876)
Love
You hate amid the pomp of prayer
The incense. So then Beauty hates
What warms for her the cruder air,
Awakes the Graces, soothes the Fates!
It rises with soft clouds about it,
It sinks, and melts itself away;
Prayers are of little use without it,
And with it few men vainly pray.
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Landor, Walter Savage. “You Hate Amid the Pomp of Prayer.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/landor/389/.
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Landor, Walter Savage. “You Hate Amid the Pomp of Prayer.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/landor/389/.
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