A Prayer For Aid.

Deh fammiti vedere. Oh, make me see Thee, Lord, where'er I go! If mortal beauty sets my soul on fire, That flame when near to Thine must needs expire, And I with love of only Thee shall glow. Dear Lord, Thy help I seek against this woe, These torments that my spirit vex and tire; Thou only with new strength canst re-inspire My will, my sense, my courage faint and low. Thou gavest me on earth this soul divine; And Thou within this body weak and frail Didst prison it—how sadly there to live! How can I make its lot less vile than mine? Without Thee, Lord, all goodness seems to fail. To alter fate is God's prerogative.