Is love a boy? what means he then to strike?
Or is he blind? why will he be a guide?
Is he a man? why doth he hurt his like?
Is he a God? why doth he men deride?
No one of these, but one compact of all.
A wilful boy, a man still dealing blows.
Of purpose blind, to lead men to their thrall.
A God that rules unruly, God he knows.
Boy, pity me that am a child again:
Blind, be no more my guide to make me stray:
Man, use thy might to force away my pain:
God, do me good and lead me to my way.
And if thou beest a power to me unknown,
Power of my life, let here thy grace be shown.
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