THE PRAYER OF SOCRATES.
Reading edition
By JOHN STUART BLACKIE.
Grant, O Olympian gods supreme, Not my wish, and not my dream; Grant me neither gold that shines, Nor ruddy copper in the mines, Nor power to wield the tyrant’s rod And be a fool, and seem a god, Nor precious robe with jeweled fringe Splendid with sea-born purple tinge, Nor silken vest on downy pillow, Nor hammock hard on heaving billow; But give all goodly things that be Good for the whole and best for me. My thoughts are foolish, blind and crude; Thou only knowest what is good.
