Friday, October 7, 2011

Happy Birthday, James Whitcomb Riley

The Prayer Perfect

Dear Lord! kind Lord!
Gracious Lord! I pray
Thou wilt look on all I love
Tenderly to-day!

Weed their hearts of weariness;
Scatter every care
Down a wake of angel-wings
Winnowing the air.

Bring unto the sorrowing
All release from pain;
Let the lips of laughter
Overflow again;

And with all the needy
O divide, I pray
This vast treasure of contest
That is mine to-day!


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