THE PRAYER OF FAITH

LAURA GERAHTY.

Look, mother dear! see how my feet are firm upon the
floor!
And there my little crutches lie, outside the open door.
Dear mother, when I run to you I have no fear to fall,
And when you press me to your breast, there is no pain at
all.

Oh, mother, in the night there came, with soft-as-velvet
tread,
A shining angel in the dark. She stood beside my bed.
And as you lay a-sleeping, on your lips there rose a prayer;
And she smiled, and bent, and listened, and kissed you on
your hair.

Silently in the darkness she stole across the floor
And laid my little crutches down outside the open door.

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