Poem April 15, 1939 Issue

A Prayer for Purity

ELIZABETH CHALLIS ADAMS

O let the music of my days
Be tuned to loving!
Let not the tinkling cymbal
Of self-conscious virtue, subtly moving,
Mix with true chords of service and of praise.
I pray Thee, Father-Mother, take my heart
And fill it from Thine allness, till it can
No more hold back its song. Then let it start
And pour itself in unselfed love to man.
O let my thoughts of Thee become so clear,
And close to all Thou art, that I shall hear
No other than Thy harmonies resound;
Then shall my life in tune with Thee be found.

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