Supplication

Dear Father, make me patient as the stars,
That banish purple shadows from the sky;
Teach me to uncomplainingly fulfill
Thy law, by loving those who pass me by.

Oh, make me staid and faithful as the hills,
And humble as the softly bending grass;
Let Thy great love so overflow my heart,
That saddened lives will brighten as I pass.

As doves at evening to their windows fly,
So let me rise when grief would compass me,
Until I reach the covert of Thy arms,
And rest from dreams of sense eternaliy.

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