THE POET PRAYS

Set my lines to song, dear Lord;Give them resonance and beauty.Let them image forth Your Word,Teaching men the joy of duty.

Scan the syllables with love;Fit them to Your perfect meter.Let them tell of things above,Make the poem purer, sweeter.

June 10, 1967
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