Pray, pray, pray in a world that preys
Rare may happiness appear in your dismay
Act thro' the prayer, do not dilly-dally delay
Years of a blessed life would not then decay
Eastern sky like would life bloom, ne'er gray
Ripeness would be all, and peace thy way!
Pratima@ Remember Coleridge's Ancient Mariner and how/why he prayed to find redemption
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