So many lives, so many voices Drowned in silence of the sea, So many prayers so few responses Seem to issue forth from Thee.
Timeless journey to the centre Of a soul we cannot see Oh to find the door to enter The peace of all eternity.
Maker of our fate and fortune On the Wheel turned by thy hand Krishna, Christ attend us soon And shed your light upon this land
That we may end the endless heartbreak, Mindless violence and war Do not this flawed mankind forsake Our failing faith in Thee restore.
Poems Undated (1727)
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