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For What I Bless Thee, a prayer-poem by Miriam del Banco (1932)

https://opensiddur.org/?p=44728 For What I Bless Thee, a prayer-poem by Miriam del Banco (1932) 2022-06-01 00:01:59 The prayer-poem "For What I Bless Thee" by Miriam del Banco (1858-1931) was included in her posthumously published anthology, <em>Poetry and Prose</em> (1932), p. 15. Text the Open Siddur Project Aharon N. Varady (transcription) Aharon N. Varady (transcription) Miriam del Banco https://opensiddur.org/copyright-policy/ Aharon N. Varady (transcription) https://creativecommons.org/publicdomain/zero/1.0/ Maariv Aravim Yotser Ohr 19th century C.E. 57th century A.M. English poetry Prayers as poems English vernacular prayer
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For What I Bless Thee
I bless Thee, O my God, I bless Thee, for the morn—
The fragrant, dew-dipped morn;
Who comes all blushing from the arms of night,
Like some fair bride—so lovely and so bright;
Who spangles all the blossoms fair with dew
And tints the vaulted skies with palest blue;
Who wakes to life and light the powers of earth,
And wears a starry jewel at her birth;
O, she doth speak of Thee to the forlorn:
I bless Thee for the morn.
I bless Thee, O my God, I bless Thee, for the noon—
The golden, sunny noon;
When in the field at work the reaper sings
While ’mid the corn and poppies bright the wild bee wings;
The farmer’s wife, bare-armed and rosy-faced,
Doth, at the vine-clad door, survey the sun’s bright trace,
And taking from the wall a shining form,
Calls to the men at work through echoing horn.
O, when the noon is nigh the night comes soon;
I bless Thee for the noon.
I bless Thee, O my God, I bless Thee, for the night—
The still and solemn night;
When folded in the arms of sleep all nature lies,
And peace—sweet peace—doth kiss down tired eyes;
When toil and care, and pain and tumult wild
Forgotten are by age and youth and child:
No eye but Thine its ceaseless vigil keeps,
Wrapped in oblivion then creation sleeps;
Covered ’neath one great shield are wrong and right;
I bless Thee for the night!

The prayer-poem “For What I Bless Thee” by Miriam del Banco (1858-1931) was included in her posthumously published anthology, Poetry and Prose (1932), p. 15. The poem was likely published during her lifetime, but we do not know where or when. If you know, please leave a comment, or contact us. –Aharon Varady

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