human
Now, as for me, my dreams upon my bed Are not like Jacob's dream; Yet I have got it in my life; yes, I, And many more: it doth not us beseem, Therefore, to sigh. Is there not hung a ladder in our sky? Yea; and, moreover, all the way up on high Is thickly peopled with the prayers of men. We have no dream! What then? Like wingéd wayfarers the height they scale (By Him that offers them they shall prevail),-- The prayers of men. But where is found a prayer for me; How should I pray? My heart is sick, and full of strife. I heard one whisper with departing breath, 'Suffer us not, for any pains of death, To fall from Thee.' But O, the pains of life! the pains of life! There is no comfort now, and naught to win, But yet,--I will begin.
gpt
Preserve to me my wealth, I do not say, For that is wasted away; And much of it was cankered ere it went.
human
Preserve to me my health.
gpt
Give me forgetfulness ? No, I would still possess Past away smiles, though present fronts be stern.
human
Give me again my kindred?
gpt
Show me the path. I had forgotten Thee When I was happy and free, Walking down here in the gladsome light o' the sun; But now I come and mourn; O set my feet In the road to Thy blest seat, And for the rest, O God, Thy will be done.
human
THY FATHER LOVES THEE.