A Prayer

Charlotte, Emily and Anne Brontë (1816–1855) · 1846

iambic tetrameter · ABAB · 16 lines · from Poems by Currer, Ellis, and Acton Bell

My God (oh, let me call Thee mine,Weak, wretched sinner though I be),My trembling soul would fain be Thine;My feeble faith still clings to Thee.

Not only for the Past I grieve,The Future fills me with dismay;Unless Thou hasten to relieve,Thy suppliant is a castaway.

I cannot say my faith is strong,I dare not hope my love is great;But strength and love to Thee belong;Oh, do not leave me desolate!

I know I owe my all to Thee;Oh, TAKE the heart I cannot give!Do Thou my strength--my Saviour be,And MAKE me to Thy glory live.

Words in this poem

sinner n.
One who has sinned; especially, one who has sinned without repenting; hence, a persistent and incorrigible transgressor; one condemned by the law of God.
fain v. t.
To be glad ; to wish or desire.
relieve v. t.
To lift up; to raise again, as one who has fallen; to cause to rise. Piers Plowman. [OE. releven, F. relever to raise again, discharge, relieve, fr. L. relevare to lift up, raise, make light, relieve; pref. re- re- + levare to raise, fr. levis l]
suppliant a.
Asking earnestly and submissively; entreating; beseeching; supplicating. [F., p.pr. of supplier to entreat, L. supplicare. See Supplicate, and cf. Supplicant.]
castaway n.
One who, or that which, is cast away or shipwrecked.
saviour n.
One who saves, preserves, or delivers from destruction or danger. [OE. saveour, OF. salveor, F. sauveur, fr. L. salvator to save. See Save, v.]

Definitions and etymologies from Webster's Unabridged Dictionary, 1913.

About this text

A Prayer is in the public domain. This text is taken from Poems by Currer, Ellis, and Acton Bell, Project Gutenberg ebook #1019; the transcription's header, footer and licence were removed and nothing else was changed. You may copy, print and reuse it freely.

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Form and metre

A Prayer is 16 lines in 4 stanzas of 4 lines each. Every stanza rhymes ABAB. The metre is iambic tetrameter, measured from the stress the words themselves fix (confidence 89%). 98% of its stressed syllables fall where the metre puts the beat. The lines average 8.1 syllables.

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Measured by Laurel's pipeline, not copied from a handbook: how stress and metre are counted, how rhyme is lettered, how a drifted rhyme is found. Where the dictionary cannot confirm a rhyme the letter is withheld, not guessed.

Rhyme words, stanza by stanza

The word that ends each line, lettered by the rhyme it makes; a dash is a line whose rhyme the dictionary could not confirm.

  1. 1 ABAB mineA · beB · thineA · theeB
  2. 2 ABAB grieveA · dismayB · relieveA · castawayB
  3. 3 ABAB strongA · greatB · belongA · desolateB
  4. 4 ABAB theeA · giveB · beA · liveB
Scansion, line by line

Each line with its syllable count and the stresses the words themselves fix: / stressed, ˘ unstressed, · a syllable the word leaves free and the metre decides. Read against iambic tetrameter. How this is done.

LineSyl.Stress
My God (oh, let me call Thee mine,8········
Weak, wretched sinner though I be),8·/˘/˘···
My trembling soul would fain be Thine;8·/˘·····
My feeble faith still clings to Thee.8·/˘·····
Not only for the Past I grieve,8·/˘·····
The Future fills me with dismay;8·/˘···˘/
Unless Thou hasten to relieve,8···/˘·˘/
Thy suppliant is a castaway.9·/˘˘··/˘·
I cannot say my faith is strong,8·/˘·····
I dare not hope my love is great;8········
But strength and love to Thee belong;8······˘/
Oh, do not leave me desolate!8·····/˘·
I know I owe my all to Thee;8········
Oh, TAKE the heart I cannot give!8·····/˘·
Do Thou my strength--my Saviour be,8·····/˘·
And MAKE me to Thy glory live.8·····/˘·

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