‘Mid the discordant noises of the day I hear thee
calling;
I stumble as I fare along Earth’s way; keep me
from falling.
Mine eyes are open but they cannot see for gloom
of night;
I can no more than lift my heart to thee for in-
ward light.
The wild and fiery passion of my youth consumes
my soul;
In agony I turn to thee for truth and self-control.
For Passion and all the pleasures it can give will
die the death;
But this of me eternally must live, thy borrowed
breath.
‘Mid the discordant noises of the day I hear thee
calling;
I stumble as I fare along Earth’s way; keep me
from falling.