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You Were No Siren

Can I pray for things I cannot do?

Can I pray for things like you?

Can I ask, bequest, a second chance,

A cripple trying still to dance,

A beggar sharing food?


Can I do the things I cannot think?

Such thoughts as make me weak,

And in doing may I do it well,

A doing that our friends would tell:

He said, and now he seeks.


If I choose to try and have it fail,

This a common tale,

May I pilot onward fully free,

Rejoicing in the sky and sea

With mighty winded sails.


There is no choice I cannot make

But it reveals my wake:

A forthright man, and upright man,

I shall be found where I shall stand

Whatever course I take.


Again the golden sun has risen

On isles newly christened

It was for you that I did long—

You were no siren, but a song

And here I still will listen.

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