The Russian Review/Volume 1/April 1916/The Prayer

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The Prayer.

By M. J. Lermontov.

Translated by Lindsay S. Perkins.

In life's dark moments when with care
And grief my heart is sore,
The accents of a wondrous prayer
I whisper o'er and o'er.

They bring a blessing with each tone,
Those living words of light,
And breathe a charm before unknown,
A holy, calm delight.

The burdens of my doubts and fears
Far from my spirit go;
My faith, my penitential tears,
How easy, easy flow!