Let me do my work each day; and if the darkened hours of despair
overcome me, may I not forget the strength that comforted me
in the desolation of other times.
May I still remember the bright hours that found me walking over
the silent hills of my childhood, or dreaming on the margin of a quiet
river, when a light glowed within me, and I promised my early God
to have courage amid the tempests of the changing years.
Spare me from bitterness and from the sharp passions of unguarded
moments. May I not forget that poverty and riches are of the spirit.
Though the world knows me not, may my thoughts and actions be
such as shall keep me friendly with myself.
Lift up my eyes from the earth, and let me not forget the uses of the
stars. Forbid that I should judge others lest I condemn myself.
Let me not follow the clamor of the world, but walk calmly in my
path.
Give me a few friends who will love me for what I am; and keep ever
burning before my vagrant steps the kindly light of hope.
And though age and infirmity overtake me, and I come not within
sight of the castle of my dreams, teach me still to be thankful for
life, and for time's olden memories that are good and sweet; and
may the evening's twilight find me gentle still.
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This was a great poem to read after "Fire" by Dorothea Mackeller. Line 11 is so powerful. The gentle pleas of lines 12-13 are stated. The whole of this work is stated in very basic language, reads like the title says--prayer, and presents an interesting format in that lines are constructed on one word that leads to an expanded line. This causes the mind and the eye to pause, and with rereading, to linger longer.
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this is a wonderful poem,better than desiderata i think,i cried when i read the lovely ending,[may the evenings twilight find me gentle still].LOVE IT ,LOVE IT.
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