A Prayer

Thou who mad’st the mighty clock
  Of the great world go;
Mad’st its pendulum swing and rock,
  Ceaseless to and fro;
Thou whose will doth push and draw
  Every orb in heaven,
Help me move by higher law
  In my spirit graven.

Like a planet let me swing⁠—
  With intention strong;
In my orbit rushing sing
  Jubilant along;
Help me answer in my course
  To my seasons due;
Lord of every stayless force,
  Make my Willing true.