13 August 1850 to 13 February 1887 (~37)
This poem hasn't been set to music yet, but you can still practice with the cloze game!
How to Play Cloze Games
A cloze game is a reading comprehension activity where certain words are removed from a text and you need to fill in the blanks with the correct words. This helps improve vocabulary, reading comprehension, and understanding of context.
Type In Mode
In this mode, you can:
- Type your answers directly into the blank spaces
- Get instant feedback as you type - correct answers show green, incorrect show red
- Use the keyboard for faster input and navigation
- Submit answers to check your overall progress
Drag & Drop Mode
Switch to Drag & Drop mode to:
- Drag words from the word bank and drop them into blank spaces
- Click on words in the bank to automatically fill blanks
- Click on blanks to select or clear them
Game Features
- Word Skip Selector: Choose how frequently words are removed (every 4th, 5th, 6th word, etc.)
- Progress Bar: Shows your completion percentage
- Color Feedback: Green for correct answers, red for incorrect ones
- Audio Player: Listen to the musical arrangement while you play (when available)
- Show Missing Words: View all the correct answers if you need help
- Reset Game: Start over with the same poem
- New Game: Get a different random poem
Winning
When you fill all the blanks correctly and submit your answers, you'll see a congratulations message! The progress bar will show 100% completion.
Tips
- Read the entire poem first to understand the context
- Look for grammatical clues (verb tense, articles, etc.)
- Use the audio player to hear the rhythm and flow (when available)
- Start with easier word skip settings (like every 8th word) and work your way up
- Don't be afraid to use "Show Missing Words" if you get stuck!
- Try both Type In and Drag & Drop modes to see which you prefer
Missing Words
O LOVE! if I have ever in thee wrought
slightest grief, or for the smallest space
Troubled the calmness of thy face,
Then may my soul be by the thought:
May it be made my curse, I am brought,
Through nights of anguish and through days,
To stand at length before God's judgment place,
all man's strength comes utterly to nought.
Then, though earth I had grown good as Christ,
Done all fair, righteous things, and sacrificed
Myself for man, God shall mercy show,
But damn me utterly; and should Christ
To plead, His intercession I will spurn;
And say, "Nay, God, 't is just; Lord, even so!"