Arthur St. John Adcock - Indifference

Break Thou my heart, dear Lord, lest I should die:
The world's gross business has so husked and grown
Round it and stricken it with death that I—
Once tounched by sorrows other lives have known—
I cannot even feel the griefs that are my own.

Thus living but as Thy dumb creatures do,
Careless, estranged from tears and inward smart,
This stark indifference, subtly creeping through
Numbs and has cramped my life in every part,
And I shall die, dear Lord, unless Thou break my heart.

Scourge me with dread of what tomorrow brings,
With sharp regret, the soul's restorative;
It is but death that feels no wintry stings
Nor any thrill that sunnier days can give:
Break Thou my heart, then, Lord, that I may live.

Arthur St. John Adcock

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