I.

Almighty God! what though the laws of Fate Invincible, and this long misery, Proving my prayers not merely spent in vain But heard and granted crosswise, banish me Far from Thy sight,--still humbly obstinate I turn to Thee. No other hopes remain. Were there another God with vows to gain, To Him for succour I would surely go: Nor could I be called impious, if I turned In this great agony from one who spurned, To one who bade me come and cured my woe. Nay, Lord! I babble vainly. Help! I cry, Before the temple where Thy reason burned, Become a mosque of imbecility!