A Prayer

Lord, grant me patienceTo bear the little things that seem to irk —The petty hates, the jealousies that lurkIn daily contact with my fellow man—These cannot hurt me, if I only canMore patient be.

Lord, make me loving.To see no evil in my brother's life,To know him free from envy and from strife,That error may not tempt me to transgressIn seeing aught in him save loveliness—This is true love.

September 10, 1932

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