A Prayer

Oh, make me childlike, make me gladAs the joyous brooklet never sad.Oh, let my feet Love's errands runFrom early morn till setting sun.

Oh, make me trusting, guileless, pure,And let my path be straight, and sure.Then as a little child in heartWill come to me, Life's better part.

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