(Painting: "The Death of King Arthur," by James Archer, 1860)
Pray for my soul. More things are wrought by prayer
Than this world dreams of: Wherefore, let thy voice
Rise like a fountain for me night and day.
For what are men better than sheep or goats
That nourish a blind life within the brain,
If, knowing God, they lift not hands of prayer
Both for themselves and those who call them friend?
For so the whole round earth is every way
Bound by gold chains about the feet of God.
- Alfred Lord Tennyson, 19th-century British poet, from his poem "Morte d'Arthur" (Idylls of the King)