Tuesday, August 29, 2006

The Fool's Prayer

The Fool's Prayer
by Edward R. Sill

The royal feast was done; the king
sought some new sport to banish care,
And to his jester cried: "Sir Fool,
Kneel now, and make for us a prayer!"

The jester doffed his cap and bells,
and stood the mocking court before;
They could not see the bitter smile
Behind the painted grin he wore.

He bowed his head, and bent his knee
Upon the monarch's silken stool'
His pleading voice arose: "O Lord,
Be meciful to me, a fool!

"Tis not by guilt the onward sweep
of truth and right, O Lord, we stay;
'Tis by our follies that so Long
We hold the earth from heaven away.

"These clumbsy feet, still in the mire,
Go crushing blossoms without end;
These hard, well-meaning hands we thrust
Among the heart-strings of a friend.

"The ill-timed truth we might have kept---
Who knows how sharp it pierced and stung!
The word we had not sense to say---
Who knows how grandly it had rung?

"Our faults no tenderness should ask,
The chastening stripes must cleanse them all;
But for our blunders ---oh, in shaame
Before the eyes of heaven we fall.

"Earth bears no balsam for mistakes;
Men crown the knave, and scourge the tool
That did his will; but Thou O Lord,
Be merciful to me, a fool!"

The room was hushed; in silence rose
The king, and sought his gardens cool,
And walked apart, and murmured low,
"Be merciful to me, a fool!"

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