Just what performed I’m sure, what did I am aware out-of love’s rustic and you can lonely practices?

Just what performed I’m sure, what did I am aware out-of love’s rustic and you can lonely practices? Already been Lord, and you will elevator new dropped bird Abandoned on to the ground; The fresh heart bereft and you will craving therefore To get the lost become receive. One’s heart that whines-give it time to but listen to Their sweet like answering, Or of ether you to faint notice Away from life spirits squeeze. We never really had a man for friend Exactly who failed to discover one to love must avoid That it poem (the poet is an enthusiastic atheist) looks like each other a serious, heartfelt prayer and a great condemnation out-of religion’s questionable “God” to me.