As down in the sunless retreats of the ocean
Sweet flowers are springing no mortal can see,
So deep in my soul the still prayer of devotion,
Unheard by the world, rises silent to Thee.
Sweet flowers are springing no mortal can see,
So deep in my soul the still prayer of devotion,
Unheard by the world, rises silent to Thee.
Related:
- As still to the star of its worship, though clouded,
The needle points faithfully o'er the dim sea, So dark... - In the desert a fountain is springing,
In the wide waste there still is a tree,
And a bird in the solitude singing, Which speaks... - For thee the wonder working earth puts forth sweet
flowers... - Softly sweet, in Lydian measures,
Soon he sooth'd his soul to pleasures.
War, he sung, is toil and trouble; Honour but an empty... - Sleep till the end, true soul and sweet!
Nothing comes to thee new or strange.
Sleep full of rest from head to feet; Lie still,... - For thee the wonder-working earth puts forth sweet flowers.
Titus Lucretius... - If I die,
bury me upside down so that the world can kiss my ass... - Now the world has gone to bed,
Darkness won't engulf my head,
I can see by infrared, How I hate the night. Now I... - Slaves are generally expected to sing as well as to work .
I did not, when a slave, understand the deep meanings...
