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Poem July 6, 1899 Issue

A Prayer

BY CAROL NORTON

Oh, make me childlike, make me glad
As the joyous brooklet never sad.
Oh, let my feet Love's errands run
From 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 heart
Will come to me, Life's better part.

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